Smooth Criminal is a song constantly sung in my household. Never the whole song, but the hook goes on and on around here… “Are you otay, Annie?” I honestly don’t remember where it came from. It could be from a camp where we met a kid named Annie, but I think it was before that.… Continue reading Are You Okay?
Conversations about mental health are becoming more and more common in the church, and it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to here people exposing their own secrets and finding themselves greeted with warm welcomes into the light, and a quiet but affirming, “me too.” But as we have these conversations there’s something that I can’t help but… Continue reading You Are More Than Your Illness
“I heard you were sick!” a little boy exclaimed when he saw me. I hadn’t been at work for the morning, and had managed to make it to morning tea. The other teachers must have told him that I was sick, and of course they didn’t explain why, because it’s hard to explain depression to… Continue reading You Don’t Look Sick
Today marks three years freedom from self-harm. I’m stoked. I’m thankful. I’m flipping overwhelmed that God’s gotten me this far. I used to hide. I used to shrink away any chance I got. The most beautiful of days were marred by anxiety about what would happen if my sleeve happened to slip up to reveal… Continue reading Three Years Free: I Used To Hide.