My journey is not only about surviving the challenges of mental health, but many physical ills as well … now I’m measuring it up with the future I dreamed in my youth.
I’ve sat down to write a post at least 17 times this month. It’s not that I didn’t have an idea of what I wanted to discuss, nor lack of ambition and motivation to write.
I was busy jogging… and manic.
Twenty Years – Part 2
God’s work in less than mysterious ways.
How I took bold steps to heal past traumas through sharing a twenty year old secret… Still too soon for some…
One girl’s journey out of the ordinary and into the exceptional… well, for a little while, anyway.
Anxiety, worry, and an overwhelming response when my faith feels like it’s fading…
How I remember all this stuff, why I wrote it down, and what I hope it shares.
How getting into college taught me some valuable lessons about encouragement, dreams, choices, and God’s plan for my life. And getting detentions for swearing in the girls’ bathroom.
Lessons learned in a pink dress: Body image is about a whole lot more than a number on a scale
This is the story of how, and why I learned to journal – and it’s the bravest thing I’ve ever written.
After writing my previous blog, The Monster, I felt a very heavy conviction that I needed to take more proactive steps toward healing the residual effects of my addiction and the events that led up to it.
So I am.
How my medical identification tried to sabotage my love life