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.
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
“Can he do that even now, though?” I asked, lifting my head to look at The James a little better. We had just read a Psalm together and it spoke of God having turned wailing into dancing and it seemed to be like the Psalmist was in a world of the past and we only… Continue reading Wailing to Dancing, the Son has Risen
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
To the women who have borne children, and to those who have borne the burden of sorrows, today is for you. It is to celebrate your strength and your beauty, it is to celebrate your bravery in the face of fear and your ability to get out of bed when all the weight of life… Continue reading This Day is for You.
There was a picnic in a park to celebrate Easter. Christians getting together as God’s family, playing and laughing and enjoying each other’s company whilst celebrating their saviour. It seems to be a mirror of my own Sunday. After church a group of us stayed around and got chicken and chips. There was an Easter… Continue reading Two Picnics, Worlds Away
It’s Saturday night and my mind won’t slow down long enough for my body to get to sleep. I’ve tried to trick it a few times with no success. Words are spinning around, my thoughts are swimming slowly in circles and I’d do anything to have them stop. I’d do anything to have answers to… Continue reading The Silence In-Between