I am so excited that autumn is finally starting to show itself in the valley! It comes with the start of school, cooling temperatures, leaves on the ground and the slow approach of the holidays. Autumn is the mother hen season, tucking us all under her wings of warm gold and brilliant auburn and rich, silky red. It's a time for hugs and … Continue reading A Quick Ode to Autumn
Our Cause Believe me that I care for equality. My life testifies to me again and again of its importance. Believe me that I have words, more words than you know. My tears testify to God and me and everyone that I’m one part broken and one part healing, the pieces fusing together into a makeshift … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Our Cause
Guys. Team. Readers. My stomach's in my throat right now. !!! So. I got accepted to write for this really cool blog called Young Mormon Feminists. And I'm freaking out but no big deal. Hopefully I will be able to eventually get over my anxiety/excitement about this opportunity. But in case I am killed by hordes … Continue reading Last Words Before Brutal Death by Hordes of Young Mormon Feminists
So, is the new Gravatar a little too intimidating? I’m almost embarrassed when my family walks in on me scrutinizing my blog design (while avoiding my own salacious gaze). Really, people, if it’s too much, send up a flare. I’d hate to have you avoid this site because you’re ashamed to see me cyber flirting … Continue reading Concentrating Is Hard Today
Writer’s Torrent Slave to the keyboard, neck arched, wrists aching. Eyes closed, clickety-clack, a new story in the making. Take my heart and soul, twist my words into fire; burn black font up the page, my voracious literary sire. A violent mental tug of war frees the drip-drop patterned thoughts. Sticks and stones may break … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Writer’s Torrent
The Secret on My Lips I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine and weeks and months dissolve, and when the town’s asleep I tuck myself in bed but the secret on my lips is I can’t sleep It’s morning and I’m tired but empty so I write it out and soon I’ll curl in bed and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips
Such an incredible story of hope and unconditional love. It reminded me a lot of my leaving BYU early due to severe depression, the fear and shame I felt, and the love and support I received from close friends and family members in the transition. Go, team!
Guys, this is the post I’ve been afraid to write.
On this blog, I’ve talked about all kinds of sensitive subjects- mental illness, abortion, gay marriage, and pornography to name a few. While I am usually pretty open about my mental processes regarding these tough issues, I actually tend to stay fairly guarded when it comes to how they affect me personally and emotionally.
This post, however, is going to be the mother of personal and emotional. It’s the post I’ve been needing to write for about 6 years, and afraid to write for just as long. Brothers and sisters, today I’ve been assigned to talk about:
I struggled with depression from my late childhood on up through college, however, by the time I was able to serve a mission, I was on a pretty good combo of meds that kept me balanced. So off I went…
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