Untitled Girl

I wonder if she had someone tell her she was beautiful and worthy and loved by God.  I wonder if she was afraid to tell her Christian friends, or if she had questioned her place in church.  I wonder how long she lived, broken and shattered and hurting, before help found her.

Happy Birthday to Me

Even when the illness is “good”, even when I’m “better” – the turning of the page on another year lived left me sad and frustrated thinking of all the years wasted; worrying that the years to come would also be disjointed and broken. 

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. 

Hosanna.

How many times have I called out to God to save me, save my friends, save my family?  Save us.  Save us. Save me from this illness.  Save me from this pain.  Save them from this heartache.  Save us.  Save us.

Fighting the Fight

I texted a girlfriend recently. "I’m fighting the fight." I was OK, really – but tired and defeated and needed someone to know.  Fighting the fight.  It felt like the most honest four words I could string together.  I’m here, I’m fighting.  I’m not giving up, but gracious, it is a battle today.

Fear is a Liar

But God is with me.  And with you.  Even when we give into fear, even when it overwhelms us, even when our souls and bodies give up, and even when our bodies bear the scars of fears past.

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.

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.

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