Dear Danny, I thought…I thought I could write about this but I don’t think I can. My mind is still mush and my heart is halfway attached to my torn sleeve and halfway on the floor, a trail of dried blood following me. I can’t do this… *** Suicide just… hits differently than regular death.... Continue Reading →
What they don’t tell you is that when the cold fire of metal handcuffs encircles your wrists, even loosely, you’ll believe, for a second, that you are a criminal. You are not safe. You’re a danger to yourself and these metal rings prove it.
Dear Lovelies, I recently read a blog by Michael Patton over at Parchment and Pen (part of CredoHouse Ministries) and, with his permission, I'm reblogging because his words ring true and need to be heard not just by me but others as well. Handling a Depressed Christian As many of you know, I’ve been through... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, there's no easy answer—or an answer at all!—for life's hardest questions, especially for a Christian. I doubt no one really wants to know the reason behind some of the things I ask God in the wee hours of the morning because talking about such things makes people uncomfortable and as a Christian, aren't I... Continue Reading →
I am bored and need feedback on writing. Here are the first two pages of what I wrote tonight. Have fun and let me know your thoughts good, bad, or otherwise. ~Day 1~ On the day everything went to hell, Catherine Dawson sat across from me, with her chestnut hair pulled back into a loose... Continue Reading →