Me versus Mental Illness

Today is World Mental Health Day-a day to raise awareness for the monsters of mental illness we who suffer battle every single day. It doesn’t make me less than. Or crazy. (Most of the time.) It makes me cleave to God all the more because I desperately need Him to function with the appearance ofContinue reading “Me versus Mental Illness”

Choosing to Heal

I’m tucked away in my writing nook on this beautiful fall morning.  My sinuses are rebelling against the rest of my face causing a throbbing effect, but my heart is full.  Well, maybe half-full if I’m going to be honest. And it has been such a long time since my heart has felt anything butContinue reading “Choosing to Heal”

A Deafening Silence

Silence can be deafening. It can fill a whole room, a whole body, a whole heart. It’s a lonely, depressing ache that goes on and on.  How I wish for the breath to say something, to find words, to hear my voice. The silence is emptiness and emptiness is deadly, dark and meaningless. Silence, forContinue reading “A Deafening Silence”

The gift of anxiety

Today was a victory, just like yesterday and the day before and the day before.  Today’s accomplishment?  I went to Wal-Mart by myself—got myself out the door, drove to the store, and shopped for needed household items (and a couple of extras).  I purchased my items, walked to my car (almost got run over inContinue reading “The gift of anxiety”

Let my ruins become the ground You build upon

“Let my ruins become the ground you build upon Let my ruins become the start Let my ruins become the ground you build it on From what’s left of my broken heart” “Ruins” by Bebo Norman from Bebo Norman I used to think the Apostle Paul was a madman when he asked fellow believers toContinue reading “Let my ruins become the ground You build upon”

Women of Faith: Finding My Faith with a Weirdo

The Women of Faith “Imagine” weekend in Philadelphia was not what I expected.  At all.  Instead of an authentic women’s conference, Women of Faith felt more like a fabricated “worship experience” that could be plopped down in any city to be enjoyed by the throngs.  In essence, I suppose that is what a Women ofContinue reading “Women of Faith: Finding My Faith with a Weirdo”

Fat Dogs and Fat Women

Whenever people encounter my mom’s one dog, Katie, it seems they cannot help but comment on her weight. “Wow, she’s a little butterball, isn’t she?” “What a beautiful dog!  She’d be gorgeous if she lost a few pounds.” “Your dog is fat!  Why is she so fat?” (That’s my favorite tactless statement.) Sure, Katie isContinue reading “Fat Dogs and Fat Women”

Listening to Bebo Norman

I’ve been listening to a lot of Bebo Norman lately.   Even though I have piles of new (and wonderful) music to digest, review, and prep for interviews, I continue to listen to my old stand-by Bebo Norman.  When I don’t know what else to do and everything seems all mixed-up in my heart and mind,Continue reading “Listening to Bebo Norman”

Dear Huff Post & AOL, Suicide is NOT painless

In my undergrad journalism classes, the importance of the headline or title of our pieces was always emphasized.  While some slick editor might come in and change a catchy headline to save space or cause sensationalism, often in magazine writing or op-ed pieces, the writer’s title was left intact…unless it was terrible.  After years ofContinue reading “Dear Huff Post & AOL, Suicide is NOT painless”

Emma on “Glee” and Mentally Ill Me

In Tuesday’s extended episode (“Born This Way”), “Glee” tackled self-image, including appearance, sexual orientation, and mental illness. While this made for an interesting mish-mash of self-awareness, I found myself relating most to Emma Pillsbury, McKinley High’s neurotic guidance counselor. Since the beginning of the show, Emma’s been a bit (OK, a lot) of a “neatContinue reading “Emma on “Glee” and Mentally Ill Me”