But I Don’t Like Her
Beating me up is the easiest thing ever. I’ve been practicing being unbelievably mean to myself since I was a child. The default pathway has long been one of deep disdain. This is so incredibly challenging to counteract. It’s especially difficult when people are so forthcoming with their opinions and not so focused on how…
Tell Me Who Wrote the Book of Love (spoiler: Experience Did)
I like information. I like reading. I like having a question and then finding out the answer. I look at a problem with a curious nature and build a hypothesis that I investigate further until I can confirm my suspicions or inform myself on the facts. This is a natural process. I’ve fostered it in…
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
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…
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.
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…

Lindsay Dianne is an experienced writer and cover-published natural light photographer in Coquitlam, BC.