I have to be okay, again, with being alone. In the still quiet of darkness. I have to relearn the art of loving writing, not merely for the off chance of readership or publication, but for myself, to get out of my head all the thoughts that plague me, if for no other reason than... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning well-rested but dreading the two-step commute to my work computer. Working from home is a luxury. I love the company but not my current job. I love my managers and team but not talking on the phone for 8 hours a day. I love being in control and having choices... 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.
Last night I started reading J. P. Moreland’s book Finding Quiet. In it, he discusses his personal battles with both depression and anxiety. This morning, the first thought that entered my brain was “be anxious for nothing.” I knew the verse was in Matthew but I could not remember where, so I grabbed my Kindle... Continue Reading →
And my heart whispers, “Bring me back to the One who loved me most." Tiny feet making giant steps forward, backwards dancing, straight toward her Hell. What happened to time? Gone. Whisked away, a gentle wind breeze. So my heart sobs quietly, “Bring me back to the One who never hurt me." Years passed, eons... Continue Reading →