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?
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
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
There are walls we build up to protect ourselves. We build them high and we build them strong. We build them to keep others out and to keep ourselves in. More than anything else, we build these walls alone. We build them alone and we build them to be alone. But love, you were not… Continue reading Love, Be Loved.
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
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