Kayla Lindley
Bio
Kayla is a neuro-spicy single mom, and writing is her therapy. When she isn't writing, Kayla is out collecting crystals, growing her sticker collection, and hiking in the mountains of Northern Washington with her Corgi Morty.
Achievements (1)
Stories (65/0)
Side Hustle Queen
I have dubbed myself as the side hustle queen, maybe it's because I'm a Capricorn- but I have been so worried about money. In fact I grew up very poor and as a result I did not receive financial literacy as an adult. I made plenty of mistakes along the way, and I am still climbing out of the hole from my divorce a couple of years ago. I wanted to become independent and not be completely reliant on child support from my ex in order to provide and stay afloat. So I wanted to share my secrets, and don't worry NO PYRAMID SCHEMES or MLMs.
By Kayla Lindleyabout a year ago in Trader
Emerald Island
"Are you sure you are going to be okay with her?" I asked, as I handed Enola's backpack to her dad. I can't believe I finally got to this point- coparenting. Not in the sense of because we have to but it was healthy and what was right for the sake of our daughter. I stood on his porch, he lived in a nicer neighborhood than what I could ever afford. It was your traditional suburbia Stepford wives kind of deal, included for free were the nosey wives peeking out their windows, lawns being watered, and the occasional jogger passing by.
By Kayla Lindleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Dear B,
Dear B, There's several ways I could honestly approach this letter, because there is so much left unspoken between us. I know this isn't probably the most ideal way to reach out but I'm hoping some day this finds you. While you may have been just my dentist doing his job, at the same time I looked at you as someone who genuinely gave me hope when I was in some of my lowest moments.
By Kayla Lindleyabout a year ago in Confessions
Manic Writing Episodes
One of the symptoms I hate most about my Bipolar Disorder is the inability to sleep. In 2018 after getting out of the military, I had been formally diagnosed. I looked perplexed at the psychiatrist sitting across from me who was trying to explain her thought process. It didn't make sense, how could I have gone my entire military career and never once had that conversation with a health care professional?
By Kayla Lindleyabout a year ago in Psyche
Pulse
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, or that was the thought when I saw the store owner pull down the curtain acting as a veil. I had found myself wandering around Seattle, Washington and was on the hunt for all things oddity related to decorate my new found apartment. There was a sheer sense of freedom in being able to create a living space that was my own without a roommate.
By Kayla Lindleyabout a year ago in Fiction