How helping other’s hearts heal and grow became one of the best ways to heal and grow my own heart…
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.
How hope and purpose have grown out of despair, anxiety, and even self harm.
Lessons learned from a bipolar childhood in the shadow of an alcoholic.
How my heart was first broken…. and now in that brokenness, it finds healing.
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.
About two times I should have ended, how I survived, and now living to tell the tale.
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.
Bipolar, Addiction, and “Every Man’s Battle” – one girl’s struggle with monsters under her bed… because girls have X-rated feelings too.