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.
On the Banks of Depletion
Passing over the bridge last week caused my soul to resonate with the depletion.
Brick Wall or Open Door
Depending on personality, a person's history or current life circumstances, we find ourselves at varying degrees of openness, all of which are a good place to start!
Wide Open Secrets & Surprises
This month I am on secret mission to drop a different sort of bomb to unleash hope for them to be the best versions of themselves.
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.