Therapy Is Always A Good Choice

In honour of National Mental Health Day, I thought today might be a good one to talk a little bit about my journey with therapy. I grew up in a family and a faith system where psychology was eyed with great suspicion. I’d heard all the usual fundamentalist anxiety about Jung’s heretical beliefs, and Freud’s … Continue reading Therapy Is Always A Good Choice

When Childhood Shame Lingers

    I felt deep shame. My body shut down. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t react. All I knew was that I needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. I excused myself by saying I needed to go sit in the backyard, but he was concerned and so he came to talk … Continue reading When Childhood Shame Lingers

Sadness is not Normal

One day, when I was about 7 years old, I felt deeply sad. I couldn’t tell you what I was sad about. I wasn’t able to articulate it at the time, and the trigger(s) have been lost to the sands of time. I do remember talking to an adult in my life and trying to … Continue reading Sadness is not Normal

Eshet Chayil

I began to write this poem after watching the funeral of Rachel Held Evans. I listened to her friends and family describe her as a woman who always asked the hard questions, always loved, always gave of herself when she could. I couldn't stop thinking to myself, "They are talking about a woman who was … Continue reading Eshet Chayil

May Reads

Another month has gone by, and more books have been poured into my brain. There were several hits, several mehs. And I'm now 7 books closer to hitting my goal for the year. The Death of Mrs. Westaway by Ruth Ware (Finished May 3) This was an interesting throwback to the likes of Agatha Christie … Continue reading May Reads

Loving Yourself Is Not Sin

A few days ago, while looking through my memories on Facebook, I saw an old post of mine. In this post, I was talking about how, at the time, I genuinely believed that I was unlovable. I saw myself as someone who didn't deserve love or companionship because I felt inherently broken. I couldn't envision … Continue reading Loving Yourself Is Not Sin

Because Of Rachel Held Evans

I've been trying to put into words all that Rachel Held Evans meant to me. That's a hard thing to do. She was extremely instrumental in reshaping my own faith after I'd begun to deconstruct. So much of my life over the last 5 years has been trying to make sense of a faith that … Continue reading Because Of Rachel Held Evans