For the longest time, I perceived no rhyme nor reason to my anxiety. It came and went us unpredictably as the wind.Read More Know Your Triggers | How to Manage Darker Days
I distinctly remember the gnawing ache in my stomach as we pulled out into our daily territory. Businesses made it worse, Hispanic shops made it better, but any kind of territory brought about this reaction. Canvassing terrified me.Read More But How Do I Serve God Here?
During my nine months of intense character-refining with 10 others near University of Michigan, I was shown many things about myself. One is that I have a terrible habit of interrupting people.Read More Just Listen
I’ve always been a messy goodbye-sayer. Dormitories where I hung my hammock, trailer homes that shook with the morning stroll, a basement bedroom next to an overly active washing machine…sure, I’m a lover of places. But of course, the pain of leaving is evoked by my torn heart strings wound around those lovely people.Read More Why Good-byes are the Worst (but Not)
I remember being less than half my age, driving with the family in my stepdad’s pristine car–and when I say pristine, I mean the full extent of that word. We were going somewhere to do something, the details are long forgotten. But not the moment we arrived at our destination. Somewhere near the backseat, under […]Read More When It Doesn’t Feel Fair
This is part four of a series on how I manage my anxiety. Read the introductory post here. I’ve been dragging my feet to write this post, because I don’t know how. It’s like the most important part. My friends are fans of the hypothetical. I’ve been asked the following question several times, but I’ve only recently […]Read More Reality in Christ | How to Manage Darker Days
I thought it was a waste of time. I didn’t say that with my mouth, but I said it just as clearly with my face and posture. It was a school-wide program and I was apparently the only one that hadn’t been properly initiated through a two-day-download of information. And so, with a very reluctant […]Read More Chosen Reactions
I remember sitting in her office, probably for the thousandth time. I was talking about how I wanted to be, who I wanted to be. The loving mentor didn’t seem to get what I was describing. Pointing through the library window, I pointed to her. “That’s how I want to be,” I said wistfully, gesturing towards […]Read More Encourage the Strong
It’s easy for me to be hard on the Israelites. I mean, they’re kinda like the byword for “awful people who are terrible at serving God basically always” in Christian circles. They worked pretty hard for that status it seems, too.Read More The Real Issue
I’ve been a list person for as long as I can remember. The bullet journalling wave has been an easy one for me to ride, especially with the pretty letters to lure me in.
I love the satisfaction of filled in circles and squares, the affirmation that I did what I set out to do. It feels really, really good.
For about 10-15 seconds.Read More Something Else