"I'm too screwed up for God." The myth, the truth, the salvation.
Love is beautiful by the selflessness that must exist in it's center. The deeper I fall in love with Jesus, the less appeal this world has for me.
A day in my walk with chronic migraines. Well.. a week..
This is fibromyalgia.
It is relentless. The warnings have been here for a couple weeks, and today the flare up is real.
I look back at what I have shared here and I know I have been authentic. The problem is that I hold back. I only realized that after watching some of the videos today. Tonight, I sit alone and wonder why. This passive behavior has plagued me my whole life.
I am the wife that has gotten on his last nerve, the mother who asks to many questions, the distant sister, the isolated churchgoer, and the quirky employee who hides behind a forced smile and genuine respect for all around her. I am lost in every way this world requires us to be sure.
Trigger words like Bipolar, Anxiety, Depression, Eating Disorder, Addiction, and Schizophrenia- send a Christian ‘friend’ running. We struggle to remain grounded in Christ through our mental health journey, and when those around us turn dark and leave rather than love, the darkness gets even darker.
If only I had every perfect word. But we never do, because there are no perfect people here. We say what we can in the moment and hope it is enough.
Brave is the soul that survives.
This is the fight in mental illness. Some days the negative touch fails to invade your thick mental health skin; other days your skin is transparent and easily penetrated.