mental health
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Oh, my love, I know. The world is a dark theater, and the players lie so beautifully, so effortlessly, that you begin to wonder if truth is just a ghost story we tell to comfort ourselves. The cynics whisper in your ear like tired prophets, saying: Nothing changes. The liars win. The strong devour the…
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How I Learned to Redirect a Rebellious Spirit Toward Purpose There is a peculiar strength in a woman who refuses to conform. She is rarely loud, seldom fashionable in her convictions, and almost never understood by her peers. Yet history bends in subtle ways because of her. She does not follow the crowd. She builds…
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Prudence doesn’t get clicks. Prudence is slow. Quiet. Unimpressive. It looks like saying no when everyone else says yes. It looks like leaving early, staying faithful, keeping your mouth shut, doing the long, boring work of healing when nobody is clapping for you. Nobody goes viral for self-control.Nobody gets applause for breaking a generational pattern.Nobody…
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King David is my favorite author of the Old Testament. He was a man that was real, honest, and raw with God. He mused and fussed with God, praised Him, and thanked him — all three rather quickly sometimes. An awesome man of God and King David asked God to keep him “as the apple…
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Trauma has a way of flattering you. It whispers that what you endured set you apart. That your pain sharpened you. That suffering granted you some private access to depth, insight, or authority the untouched could never have. And when you grow up needing meaning more than comfort, that idea sticks. So you cling to…
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Jeremiah says God already knows the plan. That line lands differently when your childhood was a demolition site…when trust was not a given but a gamble. When the adults meant to be load-bearing walls turned out to be paper props & you grew up sharp-eyed, feral with insight, suspicious of every promise. Hope sounds like…
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The devil rarely tempts you with anything that looks like evil. That would make it too easy. He comes offering what seems manageable. Reasonable. A small permission you can live with. I know this because I took those permissions. My fall didn’t begin with addiction or self-harm. It began with the quiet decision to override…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our second post as a nod to our readers. There are 60 million survivors of childhood sexual crimes. One in nine don’t report. The real number of victims is staggering but no one…
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Modern psychology loves the term self-actualization. It sounds noble: becoming the best version of yourself, realizing your potential, living authentically. Maslow built his pyramid around it. Therapists sell it. Influencers turn it into morning routines and affirmations. But strip away the language, and you’ll see an old hunger dressed in new words, the same longing…
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For so long, my very own body felt like a ruined place. Desecrated. Not a temple but a tomb. I lived inside skin that felt haunted — a house where sickness pooled in the corners, where blackness spread across every wall. I did not trust it, did not belong to it, did not believe it…