Our family has walked through many seasons of Shaun’s battle with depression & anxiety. The following posts were written while our family was drowning in the nine month agony of Shaun’s last big battle. The posts are in reverse chronological order. I wrote in the midst of the struggle from August 2014-May 2015. May you find you’re not alone with the hard you are carrying.
Cracked Wide Open
I was craving His getting it -- the being fully known and understood without all the work of making myself known and the disappointing attempts at being understood.
Hope On Purpose | A Practice
A practice, an activity, and a challenge to help us live a life intentionally and effectively.
It Was the Cornbread & Biscuits
I haven't been doing that lately, photojournaling. I guess I haven't felt inspired by life lately. It's been too hard.
On Top of the Year
Our family has just left the worst year of our lives. The threshold we cross into today is one of darkness still. How do we stand at the top of this new year and have hope?
Facing the Jolliest Time of Year
How does this kind of raw pain face up to the jolliest time of the year?
If You Knew, You’d Run
The truth is, finding hope in the everyday is total misery when life is a complete mess for such long periods of time.
Life is a Gym
The gym doesn't teach us something new, it provides opportunity to practice what we know.
When the Void Throbs
Being caught in the world between our normal and our current pain can make us feel boxed in by a surreal fog that won't lift.
Mad Staring Skills
My eyes feel tempted to blink away, I'm tired of fixing my eyes, I feel so done.
A Cold Smack to the Face
The day was hard, not holding much in the way of happy, and I was worn down in every way.
The Bitter and Sweet of the Witch’s Brew
With the heat comes a drawing out that permeates everything in our lives.
When the Slain Praise Him
For those who are outside the Christian faith, the idea of praising a God who seems to be heaping trouble on our lives is foolish nonsense.
How I Left the Island of Desperation (again)
I had a second to decide if I were flailing myself onto the deck of her ship or remaining behind on the Island of Desperation.
Hope Among the Rubble
We feel afraid because we can't see passed the rubble surrounding us; we feel angry because we liked what we knew.
Bumping into a Buoy
Our anxious worries and consuming fears try to isolate and drown us, but those words.