Since I’ve begun sharing how I went from being a pastor to being hospitalized in a psych ward, people often ask about my recovery. Everyone wants to know if there is a single solution. Where does the magic lie? How do they get their own lives (or their loved ones’) back? Or, as others have […]
Ten years of ministry really took a toll on me. I’m not supposed to admit that, right? But it’s the truth. And it’s about more than just the politics of religion. It’s not just about the back door meetings or the working to appease the tiny group of members that makes up the largest number […]
In Episode 11, Steve Austin talks about what to do with difficult people who you can’t completely cut from your life. Abuse, addiction, and a suicide attempt weren’t the end of Steve Austin’s story. In fact, a suicide attempt is where Steve’s life began. From Pastor to a Psych Ward is a new, 13-episode serial podcast – […]
The #AskSteveAustin Twitter hashtag is really taking off. I’m getting new questions, every single day, and trying to answer as many as possible. What’s your biggest question? What’s the question that keeps you up at night? The one that gnaws at your soul? The one you feel you can’t ask anybody else? Is it about […]
Four years ago, I was a youth pastor, sign language interpreter, wedding photographer, radio host, husband, and father. In that order. My weeks were full of activity: long days and long nights were the norm. I worked in a school full-time, had after-school activities with the student I interpreted for, had a radio show Tuesday and Friday nights, church activities Wednesday night and all day Sunday, and my Saturdays were consumed with photoshoots or youth group activities, or both. People wondered how I could keep so many plates spinning, and in my religious fervor, I judged their lack of busyness. The only thing worse than a Democrat, in my humble opinion, was a lazy church person.
My wife begged for attention, my friends constantly complained that I was missing in action, and my anxiety was through the roof. But what could I possibly do about it, other than pop a little white pill and hope nobody found out. I had bought into the lie that it was my job to save the whole world. If not me, then who? Souls were at stake! Lives were hanging in the balance and who could possibly sleep when the blood of someone’s eternal damnation would be on my hands?
The holiday season is upon us. I can hardly stand the excitement of family get-togethers and out-of-town guests. No, really. I can hardly stand it. If you dread the holidays as much as my friends and me, here’s 12 ways to guard yourself from holiday craziness.
It’s been four years since my suicide attempt. For the longest time, I thought my week on the psych ward was pointless. I saw it as a frustrating waste of time. Now, I can recognize the value of what we did during those days.