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.
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
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.