I close my computer. I know it is time to sleep, my slightly queasy stomach and the clock tell me so but those are my only indication. The rest of me is screaming out to stay awake. I lay down, close my eyes, will them to stay still. I push my body into the mattress, trying to make it heavy, still, but my muscles twitch and my leg is restless. My husband, on a late night holiday binge, reaches over and absentmindedly starts to stroke my hair. It’s a secondary reaction for him, a knowing that I need help calming.
Read MoreIt all started when we were alone in the car. Don’t all great conversations with teenage sons begin that way?
“Mom, I noticed you haven’t blogged lately. Are you going to keep writing?”
Read MoreOn Sunday my mind starting going off the rails. It decides to do this once in a while. I have not found a pattern, or reasons, other than the obvious reason that I have Bipolar, I guess.
Read MoreIt was my privilege to chat with Heather Lobe for her Freedom Stories series. We talked about the intersection of faith and mental illness and finding freedom in the truths of God’s Word. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Read MoreI’m ending this year at one of my favourite places on earth. My parents cottage. It’s cold and dark and dreary but still beautiful.
Read MoreI am broken.
The storm is blowing fierce. The waves are gathering high and crashing low. I have been fearful and afraid. The waves are tossing me about and are dashing me on the stones.
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