Category Mental Health

Thorns

I am a woman who reached out to touch the robe of Jesus, but in the surge of the crowd, was swept back, and my fingertips fell short. (Luke 8:44-48) Perhaps that’s why I so easily recognize shame, am so sensitive to grace, am so willing to offer compassion. Because I am left with a […]

A Few Good Friends

I am lucky to find myself late in life with a few good friends with whom I can be completely transparent, completely myself. I am accepted by them not in spite of my weakness, but loved because the weakness is part of my whole; it makes me who I am, and I am seen by […]

Ten Year Anniversary

This month marks ten years since I chose to follow Christ. Ten years since I walked into the embrace of my Father’s arms. Ten years since I have learned to listen to the Spirit abiding inside me. And almost 15 years since I was diagnosed with bipolar II (2). Faith is my invisible source of […]

Clarity in Him

As I awaken to the rain, I feel the chill of the air outside. I always leave a window open in my bedroom in order to breathe fresh air overnight. The combination of drizzle and fog creates a heavy haze which hangs over the morning and my heart. I know I shouldn’t, but I listen […]

Holidays can be Lonely

When you suffer from bipolar or depression, holidays can be lonely. Even if you have family and friends, it can be isolating. Somehow, the joy others feel, the whimsy of decorations and the business of gift buying and wrapping can make us feel separate, off balance and uncertain about our place in it all. I […]

Holy War

Labels

What is the cost of revealing who I am? Will you now view me as a label? Will all you knew about me before dissolve in the revelation of the label I revealed on Monday? Have you put me in a box I wasn’t in before? How often do we glue labels onto people and […]

Coming Out of the Closet

No, not that closet (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) It’s my sixty-sixth birthday today and it’s finally time to be free. I’ve been in the closet for too long because I’ve been gripped by stigma and shame. Only two friends and a small number of bloggers know about my illness because I am […]