It is difficult to celebrate on Mother's Day when you live with the guilt of being a Bipolar mother.
If you are a Christian dealing with a mental illness, it can be difficult to look at the Word of God and believe the messages apply to you. Well, they do.
As I continue to practice obedience and accept discipline as it comes, I challenge myself to give thanks. For the record, giving thanks takes practice at times.
These horrific crimes are committed by people. People are the problem!
For those feeling the smack of the paddle, throw yourself off the table and keep rolling!
To translate emotion
..Into words on a page
..To perfectly describe
..The colorful rage
"You should have eaten a salad instead of cake." Digest that one, then move on.
Colors of my mind.
Addiction destroys relationships. It constructs walls of doubt and will spin one false storyline after another. Loss ushers in an unfamiliar grief cycle.
I remember the phone call to Ashley in my car- "Get to the hospital now and don't come alone." Vomiting crossed my mind. We drove silent the half hour it took to reach Rylee.