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 […]
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?
None of my clothes fit anymore. Recently, I’ve lost 28 pounds. Exciting, right? No more fat daddy! But even better than the weight loss, is the way I feel. I’m more alert, less fatigued, and less anxious. Even though I’m full of energy now, I’m sleeping better than ever. In the words of James Brown, […]
I am ALIVE. I will not forget how important that is. Even before I tried to kill myself, I wasn’t living. I had hurts and fears and bitterness and resentment and mess that nearly killed me. I have said it countless times: there is no medical reason for me to be here. But I am. […]