The Toxic Spiral of Looking for Purpose in Suffering

I made a promise I intend to keep with every fiber of my being: if I got a second chance at all the things I loved and took for granted, I wouldn’t waste it this time on fear and self-doubt. I was gonna live.

TW: Religious Abuse | The deadly consequences of silence

This Tickaversary post is purposely, joyously, and miraculously late. I had a feeling long ago that it might be, and I began so many...

This Leaf | A Poem by Joyclam

Can I respect everything in its season – winter, exhaustion, rest, grief? Can I honor Sabbath, transition, liminal spaces, unknowing?

recycle | repurpose | revive

Post-Coronial dystopia

2022 | digital media

In the war at home, I honor the sanctity of grief. My grief. Their grief. Your grief. Our grief.

Tricks and Treats for Getting Off Antidepressants (not-medical advice from not-a-doctor)

What remission from chronic Lyme is NOT is a sudden restoration to 100% health. A new life is here. And there’s no road map. Now what?

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.

I’m in a new territory – the “Remission Purgatory” as I call it. A space in between sick and healthy.

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