Author: Lindsay Dianne

  • The Bad Luck of a Sensitive Gangsta

    The Bad Luck of a Sensitive Gangsta

    It’s just been bad luck. I had a fairly heated discussion with someone quite close to me some months ago. We’ve actually had a number of these debates in the months since as well. When trying to explain the factors that weren’t immediately obvious to an outsider I mentioned the mayhem I mentally put myself…

  • Another Manic Monday

    Another Manic Monday

    Today is nothing of note. For many years prior to now it’s been something I plan for and around. For half my life it was one of the more significant days of the year. And now it’s just another Monday like the other 50+ we see in a year. They say firsts are the hardest…

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    The first time I remember seeing a psychologist I think I was 9 or 10. He was a man of medium build with salt and pepper hair. He asked me questions and made me solve puzzles. The only puzzle I remember was a soccer ball. The puzzle was round instead of square and all the…

  • To Be Me Is To Be Too Much.

    To Be Me Is To Be Too Much.

    My daughter closed the trunk of the car today. I didn’t know she was back there and I wasn’t expecting it. It’s a loud trunk to begin with and without expecting or preparing for it my response was comically exaggerated. I jumped out of my skin. I threw my phone. My heart started racing. I…

  • But… Why?

    But… Why?

    There have been three large grocery bags outside on my patio table for a month. They found their way here from the life I used to lead, placed in my car unmentioned along with the towels I agreed to take. A month ago I opened the first bag and felt my heartrate skyrocket immediately. I…

  • Big Big Feelings

    Big Big Feelings

    I am told I am exceptionally good with words. I am quick, I connect things, I like wordplay. I know I can write. One would expect me to be a good communicator. Often I find myself struggling to feel heard, but more than that, struggling to be understood. It’s become more problematic recently because it…

  • The Crumbling

    The Crumbling

    For awhile it was such a privilege to wake up. Addiction nearly stole my life from me. Illness nearly demolished my body before a series of hospitalizations and surgery. I woke up knowing what a gift it was to have a day to spend topside. Until the novelty wore off, I guess. Nothing stays new…

  • When You Know It’s Right…

    When You Know It’s Right…

    I don’t know how many times I nearly gave up. I crunched the numbers a million times. I filled out a million forms. I had this viewing and that phone call and everything I did fell flat. Everything that looked promising ended in rejection. I started to question if I was on the right path…

  • A Genuinely Authentic Gift or Curse

    A Genuinely Authentic Gift or Curse

    It took me a long time to find a psychologist I found success with. This isn’t because my previous counselors or therapists or psychologists weren’t skilled in their own ways. I wasn’t skilled at listening. I wasn’t skilled at trying new stuff. I wasn’t skilled at being honest with my issues because my main concern…

  • The Dog Dogma

    The Dog Dogma

    On Thanksgiving weekend we added a puppy to our home. I’ve wanted a dog since I was a child. We briefly had one in the home when I was in my late teens but I had to move and he didn’t live very long. The situation was never “right”. At times in my life it…