The Toxic Spiral of Looking for Purpose in Suffering

TW: Religious Abuse | The deadly consequences of silence

A little holiday self-destruction and deconstruction

This Leaf | A Poem by Joyclam

Why I Don't Celebrate (If I Don't Want To)

If I am to remember God's love in my darkest times, I would ask Him to remember what it's like to grieve so hard you drown the whole world.

The Power of Validating our Lived Experience | In my health and trauma work over the past few years, I’ve come to explore and accept the very necessary concept of non-dualistic thinking; yin and yang, opposite but essential, both true… “yes, and.” It's usually called "both/and" thinking.

Hating yourself will literally destroy your brain and body with illness. Hating your self will destroy your view of God and love for others

If I want to heal, know God, and be restored sevenfold, what should I expect but a whirlwind? When God sends a plague, it sets people free.

Keeping the Christ in Christmas is not nearly so important... as keeping the I in Christ.

To those with Lyme, depression, or grief at Christmas: You are not damaged. You are not a Grinch. You are the very embodiment of Christmas

Watching my faith fall to pieces, in the hypocrisy of the Christian church toward those who are suffering

There is a time to break down. There is a time to weep. There is a time to mourn. There is a time to be silent. Take it, and have peace.

I need to realize the self-fulfilled purpose of merely existing. I was created. I lived. He was glorified. It is finished.

Somewhere out there is a young woman whose life has just been derailed by Lyme, unsure if life is still worth living. For her, I write.