The Siren Song of Self-Harm

These past few weeks have been hard, especially Tuesday. Tuesday was a hellish day because it marked 4 years of dealing with the Beast that is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. You would think that after some time, especially with the introduction and implementation of coping mechanisms and breathing techniques, the Beast would get bored and go … Continue reading The Siren Song of Self-Harm

Reblog: 7 Things NOT to Say to a Depressed Christian

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 Reblog: 7 Things NOT to Say to a Depressed Christian

There, but for the Grace of God, Go I

When Christians speak of their story, or testimony as it's called in religious circles, most of the time the speaker will tell of a time that God brought them out of something larger than life, something impossible like a terminal disease or drug addiction, or retell a grandiose tale of how God's sustaining power kept … Continue reading There, but for the Grace of God, Go I

Tackling Creative Nonfiction: An Adventure in Self-Discovery

Dear Lovelies, I have recently started a new journey: writing a book. But not just any book, no. This book is excruciatingly personal, which automatically makes it a different kind of painful than my fiction novel I've left on the shelf. This book is unlike anything I ever thought I'd write because it's not dealing … Continue reading Tackling Creative Nonfiction: An Adventure in Self-Discovery

Another Letter to My Abuser

Dear Voldemort, I know I shouldn't say what I'm about to say because it's not uplifting or triumphant; there's no happy ending to this particular moment in time. I need to get some things off my chest and you need to listen. I have spent the last two days in complete depersonalization mode, just watching … Continue reading Another Letter to My Abuser

Panic Attack Hangover: The Aftermath

When most people think of panic attacks, a certain image comes to mind. Maybe it's one of someone sitting on the floor in a far corner, or on a chair bent over, hands over their ears, or on their head, hyperventilating and struggling to breathe normally. For some, that's the case. But nobody ever talks about … Continue reading Panic Attack Hangover: The Aftermath