A collection of personal journaling and other words
by Lindsay Dianne.

  • They’re Not Like Us

    Our family was little. Our family was comprised of just us. I feel the sting of tears and I can hear her voice state clearly,  “don’t be sad, ninzie”. Boy, momma. I sure am trying. You aren’t making it easy on me though. This one is a doozy. I feel so weird with no one…

  • Fatherless Behaviour

    I recently started writing in a journal I was given that offers questions and prompts of reflection. A page asked who I would be without my trauma and pain narrative and caused me to pause for a few minutes. Who WOULD I be without my fatherless behaviour? Sometimes people with abandonment wounds will flutter from…

  • You Must Have Forgotten

    Sometimes as the day begins to wind down I find myself feeling anxious. I realize I am clenching my jaw and it’s almost like my skeleton wants to climb out of my skin. I can’t immediately figure out what’s wrong with me. I’m uncomfortable. Am I forgetting something? Am I late? No, nothing like that.…

  • Love Letters

    All this talk of self love is brutal. I have come to understand the basics behind ideas like, “you have to love yourself before anyone else” in a much different way than I ever have before. On an intellectual level I know that I accept far worse treatment when I lack love for myself. I…

  • Do You Remember? Of Course I Do.

    I have some weird mental block on certain tasks. I know this is an ADHD trait of some kind but there are just some jobs that I “don’t know how to do and don’t care to learn”. Certain things are internally classified as beyond my scope. I am, after all, just a girl at my…

  • The Biggest Challenge is to Keep at It Until It’s Not a Challenge Anymore

    What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? If you’d have asked me three years ago what my biggest challenge was it would have been living life without cocaine. It wasn’t that I couldn’t picture celebrating without it. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle the hard times, either. I could…

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