007. Blame..

I don’t blame you;

For the fact that my childhood wasn’t like anyone else, or that my family dynamic is not what we all thought it would be.

For all the mistakes I made in my life, or how I was unable to fix most of them because i wasn’t exactly given the tools I need because you and dad did most everything for me and I didn’t have to fend for my self when I was a kid.

For feeling alone and feeling as though you could have and should have done better.

I don’t blame you.


I do blame you; 

For never listening to me when I told you I had a bad feeling about some of the men you brought around us and yourself.

For never wanting to settle our differences.

For always giving me the cold shoulder when I am simply asking if you are okay.

I blame YOU for giving us the relationship you had with your mom.

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006. semicolon;

Today’s post is a tough one for me to type; the truth is that a rough copy of this has been sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks now. Not because I am hesitant to talk about this issue, not because of shame, not because of fear of what people may say. This is tough because speaking about this situation makes it real, and this is not a reality I ever thought I would have to face.

Recently, 2 members of my immediate family has had to be hospitalized under strict psychiatric care, one of which is only 15 years old.

15 years old.

My heart hurts at the idea that such a wonderful soul could be so damaged. It kills me to come to the realization of what might be going on in their head.

I am no stranger to mental illness, as I have had my very own struggles for year. For this reason, I can begin to imagine the battles my family members have had to struggle with, and for so long in silence. I know how much of an uphill battle it can be at times, and I realize how hard it is to even complete the simplest tasks on a day to day basis. Both of these people have a potentially amazing future ahead of them, and the thought that it could be taken away because of an illness that is SO stigmatized, destroys me.

I’ve worked in the health care system for almost 2 years now, and I have come across so many cases of mental illness patients that have been treated so poorly. The truth of the matter is that mental illness is simply NOT taken seriously enough. We MUST start taking a stand and using our voices to health end the stigma. We MUST educate ourselves to recognize the signs and offer some kind of guidance to those who suffer. We NEED to make proper mental health services more accessible to everyone.

It’s sickening thinking of all the people still struggling out there. To be honest, sometimes I still suffer. It’s something that will not just simply go away with a few pills or therapy. It is something that takes time to work through. The reality is that you will live with it for the entirety of the time you have to walk on this Earth and the first thing you must do is just accept it. Accept that it is a part of you, and that there ARE things out there that can help ease the mental (and too often physical) pain associate with the illness.

We will all suffer, but we do not have to suffer alone.

So if you’re out there, if you’re reading this and you suffer from mental illness, whether it be diagnosed by a professional, or even if you have self “diagnosed” based on the similarities of certain traits you have, please know YOU ARE NOT ALONE, and YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE. Even if every physical person in your life can not understand your pain, know that there ARE people in this world just like you who have-and are-going through the SAME thing, if not very similar. Don’t be afraid to reach out to online communities, as most often they can be anonymous and can seek some real help from the people. Also, know that mental health professionals are trained and are knowledgeable and ARE able to provide you with the help you need. Even if at the time it seems so ridiculous and the methods they are using would never work, give it a chance. Give your life a chance.

So if you’ve made it to read this far, KNOW that I like you, and I appreciate you, and you can ALWAYS find a friend in me, no matter who you are.


005. where’d you get that body from?

It finally happened. Yesterday, I shocked the entire world with one small appointment. Yesterday, I, Dani Saulnier, joined the gym.


Leading up to this, I have been bombarded by invitations to join. A few of my coworkers had joined, as well as friends of mine, and they kept talking about how fun it would be for us all to go together. As fun as it sounded, and as much as I needed an intervention about my health habits, I always seemed to push away the idea.

It’s not something I talk about much, mostly because I don’t feel that I have it as bad as some people. I do suffer from anxiety. Some days are worse then others, but for the most part I am able to live a normal life (whatever that means). I do feel that anxiety does hold me back from doing things I would like to be doing; ie. going to the gym.

My thought process whenever I tried thinking about going to the gym was the following :
– “Everyone’s going to stare at me.”
-“Everyone laughs at the fat girl trying to work out.”
-“I’m going to look stupid not knowing what to do on machines.”
-“There’s no way I can keep up in classes.”
Theses thoughts are not healthy. These thoughts are clouding my judgement. Even though every single person I have spoken to about this has reassured me that those thoughts are just not the case, I still believed that it would be a traumatic experience. Until I actually went.

Fast forward to last night, I finished work and decided “Okay, today’s the day. I’m going to get my membership.” So I headed on over and met with the two nicest people I have ever met. Not only were they very comforting, but they actually took into consideration that I was SO nervous and had previous feelings of anxiety associated with the gym as a whole. They gave me pointers and options on how I can get the most out of my gym experience while keeping the anxiety to a minimal. They made me feel as though I belonged and seemed to genuinely care about every word I spoke. They applauded me for the small milestones I achieved recently and are helping me get to where I am going.

Tomorrow morning I meet with a personal trainer. He will be showing me the ropes, giving me some insight on how to better my lifestyle and teach me how to get back into shape. The person I am seeing is even recognized for his knowledge in weight management and life coaching.

I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me. My only goal is to get healthy. That obviously means I am going to shed some pounds, but I don’t want to overwhelm myself with numbers. So here’s to the first day of the rest of my life!!!

& if you have managed to read this far, I like you and I appreciate you.


004. Vanilla Cupcake Swirl

As my night shift is slowly coming to an end, I realize that I forgot to post something today! I know that most bloggers don’t post daily, but I really want to make the effort. I think if I push myself to do it everyday, blogging will eventually become second nature and I will always find a way to squeeze it into my days.

Quick disclaimer; just because I want to “train” (lack of a better term) my mind to remember to blog each day does NOT mean this is a chore. I WANT to blog and I find joy in doing so. I guess my motive is really to stick to something that will allow me to have a voice and use it. I’ve found this to be an outlet where I can speak freely. The views or follower count do not matter to me, although I do STRONGLY appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my words. I have always found that blogging (previously done on my tumblr page) was a great way for me to express myself. I have never really had a talent or found my calling. I tried playing guitar (acoustic AND electric), signing, dancing (AWFUL), making videos, drawing, painting. You name it, I have probably tried it, even sports. Nothing has ever really stuck. The only thing that I have ever really considered myself to like enough to keep doing.

It wasn’t all blogging though. I was actually telling this story to my coworkers earlier today. When I was in grade 8, I remember starting a diary. Now, it wasn’t your traditional diary, you know, the kind that all the girls kept under their beds with one of those little heart shaped locks and they would wear the key around their necks, kind of Zoey 101 style. I had tried for a long time to keep a “traditional” diary, but somehow my mom always seemed to find it and laugh at all my entries. I decided I needed to try something else. So one day I opened a Word document and began writing. The first chapter I wrote was titled “Vanilla Cupcake Swirl”, which was actually a perfume I had bought a few days ago from Walmart. I remember writing about all the gossip from that day; the new couple that starting dating in 3rd period, the boy who finally asked his long term crush out and got REJECTED, my crush finally talking to me (they asked for a pen), and so on. Of course, I changed everyone’s names and exaggerated some things, but at the end of the entry I was so proud. I was so excited about what I just created that everyday I would write another chapter.

It wasn’t until I had about 4 chapters written that I had accidentally brought the pages to school in my 5 star binder. I’m not entirely sure how, but one of the boys in my class got a hold of it and began reading it. I overheard him call his friends over for them to start reading them. The lunch bell rang, and as I was gathering my things the group of 4 boys came over and asked me about what I had written. I told them it was just something I was doing for fun. They ended up liking it so much and sharing it with so many other kids that I actually had people waiting for the new chapters, day after day.

Something you need to understand was that I have never been a very popular kid. I only had a handful of friends, and the numbers got lower as I got older. I was the tallest girl, also the chubbiest, and was just dorky. So for at least 20 kids to want to even speak to me on the daily was such a big deal for me. And it lasted all year. Of course, like all good things, that came to an end by the time high school hit, and everyone found out that I was writing about them. Oh well!

Basically, this little anecdote was to give you some perspective as to how much I enjoy writing. The beginning was the above mentioned diary, and then came tumblr, then came poems and them came this. I guess I am just so happy that these kind of platforms exist for people like me to express themselves and do something they enjoy. And as an added bonus, I can come back to this in a few years and look back at the life I had at 23.

Well, I am now off to bed, to sleep for at least 12 hours. Night shifts are hard!

If you’ve made it this far without falling asleep, I like you and I appreciate you.

003. Best Foot Forward

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It is currently 1 am and I am working a night shift. While trying to stay away, I Googled “tumblr pics” to see if I could find some cool things to share on the blog. As I was scrolling through the images, the picture I have inserted caught my eye. The quote triggered emotion in me, which is how I knew I had to share.

About a week ago, I received an email from my local RCMP recruitment office saying that I have been selected to come in for testing for a Telecommunications job (I had applied for this about 6 months ago). At first, I was in shock. I really had no idea what to think. An opportunity like this seems to be a dime a dozen, and I was ecstatic that I was given the opportunity.

Of course, once the hype was over, I was left in a panic. I know, I know; why would a proficiency testing for a potential new career (that would almost double my salary btw) scare the day lights out of me? I was no stranger to the local RCMP. Without too much detail, back in 2011 I was a victim to sexual assault. Long story short (that I will blog about, at some point), the years following this event have been internally traumatic.

Let me give you a little break down. Since the trauma occurred, many of my decisions were based on how anxious the situation would make me. For example, when I was deciding on where I wanted to go for college/what courses I wanted to take, the first thing I thought of was how likely it would be for me to run into That Individual (this is how I will refer to the abuser). I also though about what careers would make me more accessible; what environment I would work in, what field I would work in, what kind of people would I most likely run into, etc. My dream had ALWAYS been to be a Marine Biologist. I have such a passion for marine life and for the beauty of the sea and its conservation. Due to the fact that I did so poorly in school (seriously kids, listen to your parents and DON’T be a heathen), I was basically forced into a new career path. After much thought, I soon decided that Medical Administration would be a good fit for me, and the guidance counselors at my high school agreed. I had all the pamphlets and information on the job that I needed. All that was left was for me to make a choice when I was ready.

Fast forward to 2013 when I was finally ready to take the next step in life; apply for college. Going back to the above mentioned emotions I was going through, I somehow came to the conclusion that beauty school (Medical Aesthetics) would be the best fit for me. Keep in mind, this was NOT a passion of mine. This was a safety net. I had concluded that I would be in a school full of woman (therefore That Individual would not be there), most of the clients that come into the school for services would be female, and my clientele would likely be female as well. To make matters worse, at this time in my life, I was dating this woman who was incredibly controlling, and mentally abusive (again, another post, another day). We both ended up enrolling in this school and for the next year it was hell. Towards the end of my term, we had broken up, so not only was I studying to be something I did not want to be, I was forced to see my ex day in and day out and have to put on a pretty face because “Look’s are Everything” in the beauty industry, according to our dean anyway.

Fast forward to now, I am currently a Telecommunications Clerk at my local hospital. I am so incredibly fortunate to wake up everyday and go to work at a job I adore. The best thing, I managed to persevere through to pain and anxiety of working in such a public place. Most of the time I am down in the main lobby manning the front desk, so I am very much in the public. With a lot – A LOT – of therapy and counselling I have managed to work hard to achieve something I love. And now that I am given another opportunity to try something new, that anxiety and that memory pain came flooding back.

Moral of this story, no matter your struggle, it is valid and it is REAL. Believe me when I say, just as the picture above says, a small act of courage will get you so very far. I have never believe myself to be brave or courageous, I simply think of myself as a woman – a human – who has been dealt some pretty shitty cards. I also see myself as a woman who has worked her ass off to keep herself sane enough to get by, day after day. If I can do it, BELIEVE ME, so can you. It won’t be easy; it will be the hardest up hill battle. But I promise you, the view from the top is SO worth it.

I’m still not where I want to be, but I know I’m headed there.

And if you’re still reading this, I like you, I appreciate you.


002. Girls, Girls, Girls

Todays topic stems from a YouTube channel I stumbled upon the other day.

The Next Family is a lifestyle blog based on the life of a lesbian couple, Brandy and Susan, and their 3 adorable children. They touch on some pretty hard-hitting topics and give you raw and honest answers. This channel is such an amazing resource for LGBTQ+ families looking for guidance with anything from keeping the spark alive in your marriage/relationship to how to find the perfect LGBTQ+ friendly schools near you.

I suppose you may be wondering how in the hell I managed to come across a channel with such a powerful message. Truth be told, I am a 23-year-old lesbian trying to plan a future. Although I don’t want to get too far into detail with this (most because it is still new and nothing is quite set in stone, and I want to make a separate blog post about this) I wanted to touch on a few things that encompass this topic.

First off, I want to say thank you for reading this far. If you have, whether you are a member of the LGBTQ+ family like myself, a family member/friend to someone just like me, or even if you’re here looking for ammunition to load your hate guns, thank you for being open-minded enough to read this.

Stigma; a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person.
I remember the very first time I witnessed the stigma involving (in my case) lesbian couples. It was grade 9 or 10 (brain fart..) when 2 girls from my classes decided to start a relationship together. This was, as far as we knew, the first time in many years (if ever) that an openly gay/lesbian couple was known at our school. When I first heard the new, I was immediately filled with hope. At this point, I was still closeted and was trying to find the courage to “come out”.It soon became very clear that I would not be able to do so for a long time..

Not long after the 2 girls began dating, they made a terrible name for themselves. They never left much to the imagination; always talking about their sex life far too openly, tonsil hockey in the cafeteria, even sex in the bathrooms at school. They were so far in everyone’s face that it was hard not to think negatively about the situation.

Here’s the thing. I have ALWAYS made it very clear that I will always except someone elses views on things. I would be naive to believe that everyone on this planet should think like I do. The reality of the situation is that yes, I am an openly lesbian woman and I am proud of that. Do I shout it from the rooftops and expect everyone to accept me? NO. The problem with these girls from my highschool was that because they were the first openly lesbian couple, I feel as though they felt that they needed to make a point. That it was a normal things and that everyone needs to respect it. Although this is a great message to spread, they went about it the wrong way. Every single chance they got, they were making out in front of people who found lesbianism strange, they were talking about their sex life to people who thought lesbianism was a sin, and even giving school faculty hell for giving them detention for being caught “doing it” in the public washroom.

Because of all the mayhem, people had awful things to say about anything LGBTQ+. Even the Gay/Straight Alliance we had at school slowly fell apart. I hid my sexuality for almost 5 years after that. The point is, when I was watching the above mentioned YouTube channel, I became to inspired by the confidence they radiated. They were confident in themselves and their relationship and they were giving advice not only to LGBTQ+ families, but to straight families aswell. They are educating a nation far bigger then I think they imagine. My life has most been about suppressing feelings and thoughts, and even though now I am no longer lying to myself and everyone else, I still find myself deflecting questions that could potentially “out me” to new people I meet. I still find myself waiting a very long time to even mention to people about my sexuality, and even delay talking about my amazing partner.

I am left heartbroken thinking that the stigma is still very real. It shatters me that I still feel as though I can not live a truly open life as potential bad situations play out in my head. I hope that one day I can be as open as Brandy and Susan. Their happiness has truly inspired me.


I know this post is probably all jumbled, but that’s the beauty of running a life blog; nothing has to make sense to anyone but you!

& as always, if you’re still reading this, I like you, I appreciate you.