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Easter – a View from Saturday

Battling with mental illness, can be a lot like living through that Holy Saturday.  Repeatedly.  Its dark and uncertain and full of fear.  Its confusing and overwhelming and often feels as though everything is wrong and may never be right.  And it’s so very, very easy to stay there, living repeatedly through Saturday.  A form of Dante’s Limbo, routine and monotonous and seemingly without hope. 

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Worthy

Between the cast of her eyes, the tone of her voice and the way she had touched me as though estimating the size of a horse in hands – it was abundantly clear that my body was . . . wrong.  Defective.  Obviously not as beautifully made as her daughter’s.

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To those who love us

So, thank you for not giving up, thank you for loving us in the darkness, for continuing to stay beside us even when you are exhausted and we are not responding the way you hope we would.  Thank you for propping us up when we are falling over, for calling us out when we need it, for wiping our tears, for all that you do. Thank you for being the greatest.