I collect thoughts like a child collects pebbles on a rocky sea shore. Some of my thoughts are lovely, colorful, and I will keep them forever. Some I will discard immediately. Others are ugly and useless but it still takes … Continue reading Praying Honest Prayers
I didn’t know I had anxiety until a year ago. Can you even believe that??? That heavy feeling on your chest? That quick beating of your heart? The fear that can just overwhelm you? Yeah. That… I had anxiety all … Continue reading 3 Quick Tips For Combating Anxiety
About a year ago, when I began timidly wading through the mess of my brokenness, I began experiencing distance in many of my relationships. This was completely unexpected. The books I was reading and the questions I was asking…the stories … Continue reading When Abuse is “Normal”
You are not responsible for the way people treat you. You are not responsible for what other people say about you, or any lies they might tell about you. You are NOT responsible for your abuse. You are not responsible … Continue reading What You’re NOT Responsible For
One of the most devastating side effects of abuse is self doubt. Honestly, I struggle to put into words the heartache that physical and emotional and verbal abuse have on a child’s sense of self…and how we carry a longing to know who we are and to be known into adulthood. Continue reading “I Will Thrive Anyway”
In 2008 I had just finished up my first senior semester with a 3.6 GPA. I had worked my butt off to get those grades. 6 classes. 4 senior level. 2 Theology classes. 4 English classes. It literally took everything … Continue reading When You’re a Christian Who Struggles With Depression
Have you ever heard someone tell their story without a hint of shame?
In my senior year at Northwest University, we had a guest speaker; a man who had lived a wild life of parties and dark sexual pleasures. There he stood, with so much humility and joy and theatrical storytelling it was almost like he was telling someone else’s story. But he wasn’t. He lived every second of the heartache, the brokenness, the shame. And yet here he was: healed and thriving and generous and vulnerable. Continue reading “This Is What Healing Looks Like and What It Means.”