Do you have a list of memorable conversations in your memory? Ones you wish you could go back and replay from time to time? Maybe because they were life-changing, maybe because they taught you some incredible lesson, or maybe because they made you laugh your ass off. I have had those conversations, too.
When the role of caregiver gets dumped in your lap after someone tries to kill him or herself, you may feel selfish for wanting to have someone care about your own pain. When someone you care about tries to end their own life, it’s also natural to to feel betrayal. In addition, you might feel fear, concern, anger, uncertainty and guilt. It’s OK.
How do you find God in the dark? It’s a question I’ve been asked countless times, since I published From Pastor to a Psych Ward. I was recently interviewed by Will Maule, Editor of HelloChristian. If you haven’t checked out their site before, you’re missing out! In our interview, Will asked me a similar question, and my answer may not be what you expect.
As the nurse wheeled me down the long and lonely corridor and through the locked doors of that ward, I felt hopeless and humiliated. But after coming to the end of myself, I see how the church and the psych ward have several similarities and benefits.
I’m honored to have my book reviewed on Good Men Project this week! Juana Garcia wrote a very honest, thoughtful review of my book. Check it out!
I am Steve Austin, author of the Amazon best-seller, From Pastor to a Psych Ward. My book covers my recovery from abuse, addiction, and a suicide attempt. It also discusses the damaging effects of bad theology.
I’d like to get my book into the hands of anyone who has been affected by the suicide or suicide attempt of someone they care about. I would like to send them an autographed copy of my book, plus a personal note of encouragement. Will you help me?
Four years ago today, I woke up in a fog like I’ve never experienced before. Everything seemed so bright and I was desperate for something to drink. My throat was raw and I couldn’t feel my legs. It had been nearly a full day since I tried to kill myself and as I slowly started piecing things together, I was flooded with humiliation, dread, and anger.