Suicide and Me: A Painful Confession

Overwhelmingly, the last year has left me questioning where I fit in and what kind of purpose I have. With each new hurt I stepped further and further away from nearly everyone I knew. I also stepped further and further away from myself. I stopped caring if I lived or...

Why I Can’t Choose Joy

Every once in a while a neat little catch phrase will come into the common vernacular and it seems to be all inclusive. It gets tossed around like a beach ball at a concert and is much the same; full of air and of little weight. It can give the user or hearer a little...

Happy? Mother’s Day

I have a complicated relationship with holidays. By far the most complicated of which is one to make Freud proud: Mother’s Day. I stay home from church to avoid sermons about mothers and all we owe them and how God sees motherhood. I limit the mother-lauding...