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acceptance, addiction, adolescence, balanced life, beauty, blessings, contentment, crying, death, depression, freedom, guest post, kids, life is good, living for real, past, real life, some things you keep, suicide / 27.01.2016

  Writer Shawn Smucker has a series on his blog called "Letters To Those We've Lost" where he features letters from guests. Some of the letters were so powerful and beautiful, I decided to write my own. Sometimes writing a few paragraphs takes me hours, but this letter took about 15 minutes to come out of me. I guess I was ready to say it!   Dear Mom,   The last time I spoke to you was from the phone in Jeff’s apartment. I loved hanging out there with him, my big brother. I called to tell you...

anxiety, balanced life, bible, christmas, crying, death, depression, fear, freedom, God's light, life is good, living for real, pain, perspective, real life, suicide / 16.12.2015

  I had a tough day recently. I was tired and gloomy. I vacillated between anxiety over responsibilities and sadness over the passing of time and how futile it is to try to stop the clock. I wanted to crawl in bed and hide. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take a mental health day and escape life.   Having a personal history of depression and anxiety and a family history of suicide, I was determined to keep a straight head. I couldn’t wallow. I couldn’t let myself break...

adolescence, beauty, coffee, contentment, crying, death, depression, kids, living for real, pain, suicide / 11.11.2015

  Woke up this morning to the obnoxious bell tower tone from the alarm on my phone. Before falling asleep, I had tossed the phone to the other side of the room so there was no chance of snoozing when the alarm sounded at 4:45. I needed to be completely upright because a friend was on her way over for a walk.   As I shook the fuzz out of my head and shuffled toward the coffee, I seriously questioned my decision to stay up so late turning pages of a...

addiction, death, some things you keep, suicide / 30.10.2015

(a story from Some Things You Keep) It was a Thursday morning. I went to work for my first day at a temporary job in an extremely unorganized office. File folders littered the floor and were stacked on top of desks and cabinets.   I was stashed in a room with three desks. Two were taken by a man and a woman who had seemingly, judging from all their gossip and inside jokes, worked together for years in that stifling office. They gave me a three-minute tutorial on how to manually...