A couple weeks ago, before my husband left for work, he discovered a fawn snuggled in a straw bed in our backyard. He implored me to look. In a foul mood, I took a cursory glance from the deck (where you could see nothing) and walked back into the house. For heaven’s sake did he expect me to walk down the stairs and across the driveway to see a fawn so early in the morning? Continue reading “The Boomerang Effect of Delight”
“My life doesn’t matter.”
She’d been beaten and bruised, not the kind visible to the passerby but inside where it’s left unattended. The toxic wound stayed festered, scabbed over, and reopened but never fully healed.
The words taunted and played out in her daily life–how she lived, talked, and related to others. This estimation was spoken to her by significant others. She woke up each morning and laid down each night, constantly berated by those four potent but untrue words. Continue reading “When You Wonder If Your Life Matters”
The clock reads 3:30 a.m. I can’t sleep. I so want to. Sleep evades me–again.
I’m reading my journal entries from my battle with anxiety, for today is my one-year anniversary free from this stronghold.
Where did it start? I do not know. Maybe it cumulated from years of worrying, building up until the crash. The BIG crash. Continue reading “The Battlefield of Anxiety”