Bridging the gap between Christianity, life, and mental health
I’ve been indecisive lately, trying to decide if I should or shouldn’t post this and then just decided to do it anyway. 🙂 A few weeks ago, J. gave me an assignment. It took forever to begin it but I finally sat at my typewriter and just wrote it out on my birthday:
Dear Reader, I think I'm going to stop writing. Trust me when I say I never thought I’d say those words. The thought first passed through my mind on Sunday when I was rereading the last thing I wrote: an epitaph of sorts for a friendship that is no longer. Looking through it from a... Continue Reading →
If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But they don’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →
He stares down at the infant in his arms. Opening his mouth in protest, he stammers, “Wait, nurse. This is some mist—” “It’s no mistake, Henry. Xavier is yours. Maybe you’d think twice before deciding not to wear protection,” Nurse Walter responds, uttering the last sentence under his breath as he walks away to focus... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 