The Kids Will Be All Right

The kids will be all right. The kids will be alright. The kids will be all right. I’m trying to convince myself of this sentence. This short sentence of five or six words, depending on how you spell “alright” (are they two different words/phrases ‘alright’ vs. ‘all right’?) It is these five or six words […]

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In the Darkness

When I am in a depression, my comfort comes once the sun goes down. The day seems unbearable and so I spend it simply waiting for the darkness. That’s what I did today. I had options to leave my house in the afternoon, but chose not to. Tried to paint, but lost the inspiration once […]

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Break Time

I’ve decided to give myself a little break. No dissertation work, or even thoughts about the dissertation. A dissertation vacation you might say. Why? Because I don’t want to end up in the hospital again, away from my family. Because I don’t want to have a miserable year, caught in a slump that has me […]

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ABD #19: Daily Bread

Hi. It’s been a minute (well five days.) I really wanted this to be every day, not counting weekends, but that’s too much to expect of myself. So it will be regular, but not necessarily daily. And that’s okay (says the reformed perfectionist). The depression has lifted. Thank God. I don’t feel constantly pulled underwater […]

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ABD #8: Wait

Wait with expectation Wait with anticipation Wait I will worship you lord While I wait Honestly, guys, when I started this series I promise it wasn’t going to be about depression and bipolar and anxiety. It was going to be about how I got through the year, in hopes that others reading this would gain […]

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ABD #7: One Week Down

Seven days later, about 3,000 words later, and I have finished my first week. I would not call it a success, but since I’m about looking forward, and not backward, I’ll just say, “Thank you Lord for giving me another chance.” Meds have been adjusted, perspective has been changed. I took my kids, thanks to […]

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Comfort for the Parents of the Innocent

by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. September 18, 1963, Sixteenth Street Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama [Delivered at funeral service for three of the children – Addie Mae Collins, Carol Denise McNair, and Cynthia Diane Wesley – killed in the bombing. A separate service was held for the fourth victim, Carole Robertson.] This afternoon we gather […]

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i need to remember

that every day is not going to feel like this awareness of how breath enters breathing as energy grounding firmly tears rising up even though it hurts now hurts now to breathe so hurts all the time no respite no break i need to remember that there will be days when the blue sky will […]

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can i start lent late?

I know, even asking the question is pretty trifling of me. But even Jesus asked His Father why he had forsaken him, right? I’m sunk to a new low of egotism. But hear me out — For lent, you are supposed to make a sacrifice. To me, that means giving up something that is difficult, […]

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