It's such a ridiculous waste of energy to be walking around so anxious like this. I can't recall a time when it wasn't like this for me. When I was young I always felt like everyone would be looking at me for some reason, and I hated that thought. As I grew older I voiced … Continue reading I will.
Getting out of bed in the morning is not one of her favourite things, but in an act of surrender to the day, she slips one leg and then the other over the edge of the mattress and crawls out of bed. Pausing for a moment before the window, she stretches her arms over her … Continue reading how it would be…
I am thinking of a man today. A man who would have now been home for 3 days. He hung on the cross next to Jesus, paying a great price for the wrong doings of his life. I am thinking of him today. I think this is one of the most amazing moments in the Easter … Continue reading one cross over
I tried to go out today, but I couldn't. I straightened my hair the way that one guy told me that one time, makes me look thinner. I brushed bronze under my cheek bones to draw them in. I wore black. I chanted self affirmations. But I never even made it out the door. My … Continue reading I tried
Dirt smeared across her cheeks, her clothes tattered, her tiny feet bare and beaten, but none of that matched the mess inside her abandoned little heart. She stood to the back of the crowd, catching glimpses through the spaces created when they swayed. "Even though your mother and father abandon you, I will hold you close." Psalm … Continue reading hidden amongst the crowd, an Easter perspective
I want to know everything. I want to know nothing at all. Ignorance is bliss? Knowledge is power? Raising teenage boys is the epitome of paradoxal thinking. I often feel as though I've been trapped in one of those rotating doors at full speed and then suddenly tossed out. Sometimes I wind up on the … Continue reading Love the good, Survive the bad: I’m a mother of teens.
This is me when I was sick. Not bad for sick, huh? This is also me at my 'goal weight'. See the problem? Allow me to explain... I write a lot about my walk with depression and very little about my battle with bulimia. That is because I acknowledge the depression and still refuse the … Continue reading not everything is as it seems