You find yourself in a room with a man from your past. You do not know or remember how you got into this room, whether it is a hotel room or part of a house. The only thing you know is you’re with this man. Now, this man never reveals his face. But you remember,... Continue Reading →
The Price of Being Good at Something
Is your worth only found in what you can do right/great?
Panic Attacks Make Recovery Worth It
I know how to stop myself from having a panic attack. Sometimes, it doesn't work. On the days that it does, it makes recovery seem like within the reach of my fingertips. On the days when it doesn't, on the days when I hide in my bed, under my bedsheets, hiding myself from the world,... Continue Reading →
Your Support System isn’t Your Therapist, Your Therapist isn’t Superman
Dear Lovelies, It's time for some tough love and hard truth pills. Here's the reality of the situation: Your support system isn't your therapist; your therapist isn't Superman. We all know recovery isn't linear and there are ups and downs, twists and turns, and even resting places on this journey. There will be days when... Continue Reading →
There’s Always Tomorrow to Kill Yourself (Except Not Really-Psalm 116:9)
After I hopped out of the shower tonight, fully comfy in my pajamas, my eyes fell on my covenant ring and its corresponding verse popped up in my memory: Psalm 116:9. For reference, the verse simply states, "I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living." Just one sentence, one profound statement.... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 