Author: Lindsay Dianne
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The Rituals of the Unritualistic
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? I always wanted to be a planner person. I would excitedly pick out some overpriced day-timer with matching stickers and a fancy pen and proceed to use it twice and never ever open it again. I have sacrificed many dollars…
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Embracing Conscious Discomfort
I could never jump off the high diving board. i could do lots of stuff in the water. I was super comfortable with handstands and trying to sink the unsinkable kickboards. Sometimes they’d put out long floating mats to run along and spray kids with a hose, or pull a rope swing down from the…
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Cry it Out… for Adults!
When I became a mother I was 22 years old. I had no idea what raising a person was all about and I had been reading about it for months. The parenting dogma I related most closely to, or felt drawn to, was found in a series of books on attachment by the Sears family…
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Finding the Helpers : BC Technology for Learning Society
We are saturated with information. The vast majority of us are in the habit of overloading our brains long before we even have breakfast. I think it’s fair to say things feel very divided and often quite volatile. I hear a lot of people who are really battling extreme anxiety and I completely understand why.…
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Trapped in a truck with God’s plan
It was January when I saw the first one. At least, it was January before I saw a sign too big to dismiss as coincidence. In attending the memorial for an old family friend and childhood neighbour, the very matriarch of the family who had introduced me to the program of AA, I realized that…
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Complex PTSD? Not me!
A lot of people I know are anxious people. They spend their time crafting solutions to every possible scenario that could arise. I am not this way. I have never spent much time thinking about the future, really, at all. It isn’t good or bad, per se, for me. It is undefined. I prefer, or…
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Who, even, am I?
I have a hard time understanding what I look like to those around me. This is because my own view of me is clouded by my own negativity and personal hangups. It is imposter syndrome, but applied just to myself any time anyone gives me a compliment. One of my strongest internal narratives since childhood…
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On the Other Side #addiction #recovery #recoveryposse #odaat
I do a lot of thinking. A lot of addicts I know do, too. I analyze everything as it’s happening and then I unpack it later and examine it some more. I always say I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge, which is funny because at times I can be stubborn, difficult and unteachable. It’s…
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Ode to Joy
When I was in treatment I was diagnosed with anhedonia. This is the scientific term for the inability to feel joy or pleasure. I did some pretty serious damage to my body and my brain and in the beginning, I was certainly paying for it. When you flood your brain with dopamine repeatedly for a…
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