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