A word that I would choose to describe my life before knowing Christ would be “escape.” I spent a lot of my time trying to escape my reality, trying to escape the pains of my everyday life. Growing up, I suffered a lot from my thoughts and feelings, battling anxiety and depression in strong waves.…
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Emancipation. The freeing of someone from slavery. My failures. My fears. My scars. My failure scarred me and made me a slave within my own body, life, and hope. They were as reliable as a bank shot, as painful as stitch, and as quick as a shot. When I slipped and screwed up, it was…
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Growing up, I was raised in a Catholic church. We attended services on Saturday nights, and I was in Confirmation classes through my church. I remember growing up and despising both of these activities, just waiting for the day that I would be confirmed so that I could move on and away from religion. I…
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I guess that I don’t really know where to start. I have dealt with mental illness all my life. It has been an increasing struggle for me since I started college. My freshmen year I lost 15 pounds due to my anxiety. I was not anorexic, my anxiety made me physically sick to the point…
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