Bridging the gap between Christianity, life, and mental health
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 →
I'm sitting on my bed, crying because all the floors in my parents' house are tile, which is a problem because I want to sit and be as small as possible but I can't because tile hurts differently than carpet. I'm crying because this is the second, no, third anxiety attack I've had in a... Continue Reading →
"I proposed to him." That feels weird to say, especially out loud, when he, my former, is light years away from me. Well, more like 160 miles, but semantics, right? I told J. that we had been inseparable, except for distance, for almost 5 years, best friends and all until life hit. He had gotten... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning to the sound of my mother playing Gospel music, the kind I hadn't heard since I was a little girl, and I immediately felt the disconnect, the vague sense of nothingness that enveloped my soul and left me feeling numb, like nothing mattered. I almost didn't go to church today... Continue Reading →
Earlier today, I talked to someone who asked me why I wasn't doing the things I know I should be doing to better my life. I answered him in silence. There was no adequate answer I could give, which got me thinking: Why do we hold ourselves, and our truth, back from being exposed? I... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 