Lindsay Sfara
Bio
I'm just a daydreaming nerd writing poetry and fiction about mental health.
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"Not all those who wander are lost" - J.R.R. Tolkien
Stories (47/0)
6 Lessons I Learned in My Twenties
Over a year ago, I turned the big 3–0 in age. I’ve had plenty of laughs, an abundance of love, and definitely breakdowns galore. Most importantly though, I’ve had a ton of life lessons that I learned throughout my twenties that I couldn’t help but reflect on and share.
By Lindsay Sfara4 months ago in Motivation
- Top Story - January 2024
Life is But a Stream
Sometimes, things turn entirely upside down on their heads which leaves you flabbergasted. Sometimes, promises aren’t kept, and you wonder what went wrong so quickly. Sometimes, everything suddenly becomes so up in the air that you can’t predict or plan what to do in the next two weeks.
By Lindsay Sfara4 months ago in Motivation
Age Means Nothing
“What is age but just a mark of time?” Growing Pains by Nightdrive Age is nothing but a mark of time. And yet, almost all of us in this world use age as a deadline or excuse. That is way more value than necessary to give it, don’t you think?
By Lindsay Sfara4 months ago in Motivation
Why Having Goals May Hurt Instead of Help You
I love having goals. I love having to-do lists everyday where I feel like a million dollars after checking off that final task. I love going to bed that same evening and resting peacefully, because I got a lot done and my day was well spent.
By Lindsay Sfara4 months ago in Motivation
Chameleon
Content Warning: Substance abuse (alcohol), corporal punishment (spanking) . The trees look safe. She sees trees as far as the eye can see from the other side of the glass, when she is in her home, and when she is in the car to drive to a place she doesn’t want to be. They look safe, more than the walls and roof that guard her bed, her mom, her dad, her brother. The trees look like a place she can hide in. A place she can play with joy. A place where she can be her. There’s no care for the big homes of pride — although they remind her of what she lacks —no care for the posh dress and tights, and she doesn’t want the yells and spanks to keep her scared. She doesn’t want to be told who to be or what to do. She wants to be her.
By Lindsay Sfara4 months ago in Fiction