Chester.

I’m sad about Chester Bennington, but I didn’t know him. I’m sad because someone who helped me fight could no longer fight himself. But I’m hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this tragedy will remind some of the many who spent years in the past with Linkin Park reminding them that they weren’t alone in the battle that it’s okay to keep fighting.Β 

Chapters & Stories That End

Netflix is buffering and there’s 15:13 left of 13 Reasons Why on the television screen and my heart is heavy in the way that the writers intended it to be. I’m thinking about friendships that have dragged me through dark days in such a way that suicide not once crossed my mind. I’m thinking about… Continue reading Chapters & Stories That End

Speak, Please

This Saturday, 10th September, is World Suicide Prevention Day. This is my plea for you to speak the words you’ve been afraid of anyone hearing. Have you ever bit your tongue to stop words from tumbling out? They’re trying to escape your mouth but the last thing you want is for someone to know what’s… Continue reading Speak, Please

Of mist & battles

It feels a little bit like you’re trapped inside yourself. Your thoughts move slowly and you desperately wish you could shake the clouds away, or run far away from them, but they’re all you can see and escape feels impossible. You can’t escape this moment. You’re stuck with it. In it. And you stay there.… Continue reading Of mist & battles

Marks of Grace

It’s Self-Injury Awareness Day. Here’s some words.Β  What’s on your arm? I have friends who write words on theirs, reminders of good things or to-do list items. Others rock FitBits. Still others have bracelets that make them smile. My arms remind me of something different… On cold days, my skin tells stories of self-loathing. The… Continue reading Marks of Grace

You Are More Than Your Illness

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