My entire life I’ve been Christian. Even more so, I was a Christian who grew up in an overwhelmingly religious environment. The rules were: No saying “Oh my God” No secular music or Christian music that belonged to the rock or rap genre No hair dying, nail coloring, or makeup wearing No having short hair No… Read More The ONE time I got mad at God
(Technically I still have 2 days left. But since Tuesday’s are #TransformationTuesday’s, I’m sharing this today.) One year ago, I made the conscious decision to expose a secret I was smothered by for nearly 4 years: Anorexia. Since then my life has radically changed. I cannot even explain how hard the journey of recovery has been-… Read More 1 YEAR ED-IVERSARY!
I have SOOO much studying to do. But.. I’ve also got a cold. Therefore, I can blog instead. (I’m working full time & taking 12 credit hours in college :O) I remember when I first thought to recover, I searched the internet high & low for inspiration and whenever I found anything, it meant so… Read More Link Love 1/27
I want to make a list of things that have changed since July 5th, 2015. Today marks exactly 6 months from the day I talked to my doctor and was diagnosed with being underweight, having amenorrhea, vitamin deficiency, and an eating disorder. Most days have been hard, I’m not gonna lie. Quitting drugs, having my heart broken, etc.… Read More My 6-Month Miniversary
“You’re too sensitive,” I’ve heard it said. “Don’t take it personal, give it to God, you’re too serious,”the voices chimed. And I agreed with them for so long… I thought they were right. I figured the Normal Folk spoke truth to me and something was wrong: with me. As if. As if God makes mistakes… Read More You’re too sensitive.
I saw a man who lost his mind. Strung out on drugs, psychotic maybe. Or schizophrenia- not so mild. Perhaps he thought his name was Nebs (as Kris Vallotton refers to Nebuchadnezzar ). Perhaps he succumbed to an alternate glory and forgot who he truly was. A masterpiece. He’s young, in his early 30’s with… Read More We’re dope.
I see her everywhere. In response to pain, she hurts herself. Sometimes she’s a single girl, at others she’s a married (still, somehow lonely) woman. Many times you see her leading her own children, the example of theirs. Why don’t I mention a Mr. Self-Infliction? My resilient life has mostly seen them women. When you… Read More The Friendship of Ms. Self-Destruction & Mrs. Self-Harm