A collection of personal journaling and other words
by Lindsay Dianne.
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Feet on ground, facing forward.
It’s funny the way grief shows up. It never really seems to show any regard for my time or my peace and just pops in without any warning. Kind of rude, actually. See, we love to talk about the triumphs and success stories. We love a new beginning or a second chance tale. In our…
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Everything in its Right Place
I’m starting to think about my addiction in a different way than ever before. I’m only a couple of weeks away from three years off cocaine and every day is novel in that I have not ever been in a position to say that. This is the most success I’ve ever seen and, I believe,…
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We Are Not The Same
For many years I found myself very concerned with the opinions of others. Some things I could let go, but when it came to things I was passionate about, I was coming at you with a huge hammer to change your mind.One of the bigger triggers for me was the idea that drug addiction is…
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The Danger of Forgetting
I’ve been reflecting recently about the after effects. Some time after we have set foot on a better path in life, the novelty of the walk itself wears off. Where I was once able to find genuine wonderment in everyday life, I now get a little bit grumpy. It can be very difficult when you…
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