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

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…

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

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

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…
Duality of self

In November I celebrated having three consecutive years away from a debilitating cocaine addiction. I took a cake for this achievement in the very room that saved my life. I heard my friends share the changes they’ve seen in me, the challenges I’ve faced and the inspiration I share with others. Sitting there, I started…
The Gift of Knowing

What is the greatest gift someone could give you? I am a giver. In fact, I like giving so much it makes me question if altruism could possibly be an actual thing because there is such a payoff for me. When I give gifts of my time, my service or other thoughtful gestures there is…