In anxiety, we fight. And we win.
Suicide doesn't end the pain, the mental war, the fear, or the sadness; it ends your breathing and your life and transfers your pain to someone else.
We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.
I set out for my hideaway today. It is a place I fell in love with back in 2009. It has since grown to hundreds more acres, but holds the same meaning for me. The Wild Animal Sanctuary (TWAS) is a retirement home for captive carnivores. These animals should never have been a pet or …
Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
Thank you. Thank you for noticing the lost faces of those on the margins, hiding in fear. Afraid of a society that fears mental illness! Worried about the conversations that need to take place, medication they can't afford, therapy or counseling they cannot find, deductibles they cannot meet, and family and friends they cannot trust.
I noticed this week that I am losing focus quickly, am incredibly fatigued, and lost. If I don't write it down, I forget. All of these are my warnings blinking brightly.
The slow unpacking of a broken soul. Where the beat of a heart doesn't indicate life, but a life undone. When hopelessness is no longer a thought or feeling, but a destination.
A brilliant man helped me understand the importance of looking back recently. It is when we see God's deliverance from our painful past, we can embrace him in our present.
he Bible spoke love, but I heard shame. I carried the secrets of my past as weights chained around my neck. Some days I was physically ill by the sinful nature I chose.