In my darkest days, I remember weeping from the deepest places within me. I remember aching not just emotionally and mentally, but physically too. All I longed for was for the pain to end. Why, oh why, wouldn’t God take the pain away? I begged Him to. [more]
There were days, weeks, months even, when I wondered if the darkness would ever lift, if depression would ever become a distant memory. Laughter had become a way of the past, why couldn’t depression? [more]
I look back on my life’s darkest days, the days I walked in the valley of depression and was convinced I had seen a glimpse of hell; the days I cared for my husband and my mother during their cancer journeys; the days as a teenager after losing my father prematurely to a massive fatal heart attack, and I felt isolated, misunderstood, and unaccepted. [more]
Can I let you in on a little secret?
I’m not perfect! And, I already know you aren’t either.
So how about if we both stop trying to live behind the mask and take the pressure off ourselves, and just be real? Wouldn’t that feel better? [more]
To someone who is going through hardship or heartache, two of the most comforting words anyone can say is “Me too!”
“Me too” welcomes you in to a community. It breathes life back into a sagging soul. It breeds acceptance where feelings of rejection were pronounced. It kicks isolation to the curb. It gives you a hand to hold and a heart to beat with you. [more]
