As an abused child, I stayed locked behind the bars my abuser erected for the keeping. I held on tight to those bars in hopes they would protect me. Their true purpose was to contain me. The darkness I felt then, I feel now.
Bipolar Life- The Journal, #17
This past summer I stopped in a very dark alley of my life. I stopped, and I kneeled. I took a very long and deep breath. I am still exhaling today. For the love of myself, the me that I want to be, it was a necessary step to take.
Bipolar Life- The Journal, #15
We are simply here. In a confusing and quiet place. We both accept the reality, we both choose to get through it, together.
Bipolar Life-Solitary Freedom
What makes a person unable to experience the peace in being silent with oneself?
Five Minute Friday-For this, I share
The topic of mental health is a difficult one, especially in the Christian community. I strongly believe Christians fully accept mental health as an essential dialogue within the church. They have lovingly wanted to embrace the difficulties of such topics as depression, suicide, bipolar, anxiety, and the many other ailments under the umbrella of mental health illnesses.
Mental Health ~ World Mental Health Day
Please remember October 10th is #WorldMentalHealthDay
Five Minute Friday-Unknown
With each breath I’m taking in.
Anchored by invisible weights
Chains rattle, and tears fall.
The crowd has gathered,
I see each face..
But see nothing here at all.
Mental Health ~ The Journal, #14
Invincible will never describe me. I am not super human, or super strong, or super anything. I am Lisa- humble, quiet, reserved, and meek. This world can be intimidating and scary even. Filled with fierce determination and absolute faith, this world remains small in the presence of my God.
Lost & Found- Happy Birthday to Me
You see, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. In many cases, I assumed I could 'fix' the world because I know I have that power. But I cannot.
Mental Health ~ The Journal, #13
I am learning the difference of being the one in peril versus being the family member on the outside looking in- powerless, exhausted, speechless, and scared. Picture me tapping my fingernails against the windowpane of a room I cannot enter, tears pouring down my cheeks, and fear capturing every breath I take.


