I was at the end of my rope. It was my second year of ministry school and nothing was making sense. I had questions for a long time, but I’d only been asking them aloud for a few months. And each time I did, I was met with the frowns and upturned noses of those […]
“According to the World Health Organization, 350 million people suffer from depression, yet at any given time, we can feel alone.” That’s the opening line for the Giving Voice to Depression podcast. And it’s true. At times, those of us who live with mental illness, feel like we are suffering all alone. It was true […]
The struggle with anyone who chooses a more public life is that the fishbowl concept consistently comes into play. People stand around to watch you swim. The thing is, most folks don’t know enough about fish to know if they are swimming or drowning until the fish is floating at the top of the bowl.
Yet the fishbowl struggle is often a blessing.
As most of you know, Robert Vore and I launched the CXMH Podcast: A Podcast at the Intersection of Christianity and Mental Health a few months ago. We are so excited to announce what we hope will become an amazing annual event, “Liturgy of the Forsaken: A Night of Stories and Struggle,” which will take place […]
Hey friends! For the next few days, I’m doing a HUGE giveaway of each of my books! Here’s the details: Thursday, win an autographed copy of From Pastor to a Psych Ward. Friday, win an autographed copy of The Writer’s Toolkit. Saturday, win an autographed copy of Self-Care for the Wounded Soul. Sunday, win an […]
“We either own our stories (even the messy ones), or we stand outside of them-denying our vulnerabilities and imperfections, orphaning the parts of us that don’t fit in with who/what we think we’re supposed to be, and hustling for other people’s approval of our worthiness.” ~Brené Brown What is your story? Deeper than your name, […]
The day I nearly died, the nurse cut off my clothes, while others transferred my body from the gurney to a bed. Even though I was almost dead, I was flooded with more shame than I can ever remember in a single moment. It’s literally just a flash of memory. The next second, I was out […]