Analise Dionn
Bio
This life began with trauma. Now married, with 2 adult children and raising a grandchild with FASD/PTSD/ADHD. Navigating this very personal journey of healing with ADHD, thriving after a lifetime of abuse... all through the grace of God.
Stories (66/0)
Soul Puke
Writing for me has always been a means to purge my soul. There's a part of me that knows that in the telling of my truth, someone might just find hope, maybe even some degree of faith. If I can survive, so can you. If I can still get up each morning and find a reason to hold my head up and smile as I face a new dawn, anyone can. All I've ever wanted was to make the world a better place, empower people by helping them to realize that you don't have to be defined by your life events. I want them to understand that they can have some level of control over their destiny.
By Analise Dionn3 years ago in Humans
Practical Beauty
She had to chuckle when she thought about flowers. She knew she was kind of a weird one. What woman doesn't really like flowers? She couldn't remember how many times she had admired other folk's flowerbeds, with all the varieties of colors, shapes and smells. Every other woman she knew would go all weak in the knees if they were gifted a bouquet. Not her though, why did people think that something that is only going to wilt and die and transform into a disgusting pile of goo made a good gift? Nasty! As for flowerbeds or potted plants, why would she dedicate all that time tending to something that just smelled good and looked pretty? Most of them weren't edible & if they were, they didn't taste very good and certainly wouldn't make a very satisfying meal! She preferred to just admire them from afar, she certainly had no desire to actually own them. Perhaps she was just too practical.
By Analise Dionn3 years ago in Fiction
Your Shattered Heart
Her breath caught as she shook herself back to reality. The taste of chocolate cake still melted across her tongue and tears streamed down her cheeks. The first bite always took her back to the days when she lived each moment in shame and terror. Not after today.
By Analise Dionn3 years ago in Fiction
A Little Taste of Heaven
She had tried so hard throughout the school year to not be noticed. This whole idea of going to school was far too big and frightening. She didn't even want to be there, in fact, she'd opted out of going to kindergarten, but The Law said she HAD to go from 1st grade, at least until she was 16. So here she was, trying hard to melt into the walls. At six years old this world was far too noisy and the people here were... strange. The other children, with their constant chatter and boisterous play, seemed like some sort of feral creatures. They were out of control. It overwhelmed her senses and made her head hurt.
By Analise Dionn3 years ago in Fiction
Saved By a Thread
I am the seventh of eight children, born of generations of talented creatives. Mind you, for the generations that came before me, it was a chore. Just as it was necessary to cook and clean, making clothes, blankets and toys for children was the easiest and most affordable way to ensure that the family had quality items that would last. The women before me strove for perfection and took pride when their family made use of their creations.
By Analise Dionn3 years ago in Families