Am I Safe?

Beautiful questions lead to beautiful answers. (Image by Руслан Сикунов from Pixabay) From a young age, I have felt unsafe. My body remembers what trauma felt like, so it is difficult for me to relax and let down my guard. At the worst of my PTSD, before I was...

Up From the Grave: Easter in the Ordinary

In my previous post, I reflected on my appreciation for Good Friday through 5 recent months of depression. Good Friday makes Easter glorious. Death’s sting is real, but it is not the end. Death ends with resurrection. Seek, and you will find it everywhere.  On...

Person to Self: Restoring the Relationship

In some circles, the world “self” has gotten a bad rap. Some seem threatened by discussion of the self, afraid that it will spiral into self-absorption. How I relate to and care for my self can be rescued from the condemnation of selfishness. They are not...

Sun, Dog, Stroll: Walking My Way Out of Depression

Living with bipolar is a pilgrimage. For me, committing to daily exercise has come full circle. I am walking my way out of depression.  I have known about the benefits of daily exercise for a long time. In college and after, I committed myself to running or aerobic...

The Lord is Near

19 degrees Fahrenheit, cold and bright. The winter chill has hushed the world. I can see the dogs’ breath as they bask in the sun outside the window. A mug of tea warms my coaster. In the kitchen, the split peas are soaking for soup. I am still. David is at a...