Lindsey Donat
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Stories (6/0)
27, 28, 29, 30. 31...
It started at 27. Coincidentally, 27 was the most chaotic, beautiful, and memorable year of my life. I married, got a puppy, had my very first "big girl job" out of graduate school, and became an aunt. It was everything. It was pre-COVID bliss. Until it wasn't. Until it became a 50-pound weight gain, calling out of work seemingly every other week, missing doses of my SSRI (and my anti-hypertensive, YIKES) because I couldn't give a fuck, and requiring every last milliliter... (Milligram? How does one measure energy? This distractibility has increased one hundred fold since my diagnosis!) ...of my life force to type a two-word text response.
By Lindsey Donat2 months ago in Psyche
Swinging
This porch swing has seen some shit. Not only has it observed the cat going to town on the wooden support beams with his claws and fighting with some unruly neighboring felines. Not only has it heard hushed conversations pertaining to typical family drama and cringed at some underage drinking during a summer pool party (sorry mom and dad)…
By Lindsey Donat6 months ago in Psyche
6:22
My hand shakes violently as I set down the saucepan. Damnit. I don't think the eggs are cooked thoroughly enough, but it's too late now. I've already drained the water. I attempt to inspect the ivory orbs like I've somehow got x-ray vision, but pick them up with my hand unwittingly and...OOOHHAHHH! Why did I do that? OK now, this is ridiculous. I should be able to complete a task as painstakingly simple as hard-boiling eggs. I'm not raising the chickens myself.
By Lindsey Donat6 months ago in Humans
I know it exists because...
I know that love exists. I know that it exists because I’ve seen it magically unfold in moments large and small. I’ve seen it in the moments when she was royally pissed because he had been working in the garage all night, but she remained patient because she knew that’s just how he operated.
By Lindsey Donat7 months ago in Humans
