Masquerade Party at the Hospital

our wounds are seeping but we aren't weepingwe count ourselves among the few afflicted(keep your mask on to hide the ills beneath)but this party center is a hospital full--grief, sickness, trial, pain, aloneness--our afflictions single out our mindsbut the heart of this body breaks as oneour band-aid smiles as big as a handshakewe keep our …

Bigger Than our Boxes: Free Will and Love

I've been thinking about coping skills and prevention tactics for suicide lately as they were really helpful to me recently. Counseling has been really valuable to me over the last few months as it has both reaffirmed the coping skills I already knew and used, along with presenting new ones I had either dismissed or …

Healing can be Turbulent and Ugly

Hiking is one of my favorite hobbies, particularly as a social activity. With the onset of living at home with my parents during a pandemic, it has become a solo hobby, and consequently I have found myself in a set of crosshairs. It's lonely out there, yet I never hike alone for the Lord meets …

Letters to Remember

I don't expect this post to be of much value to you or to share much with you through it. It's merely a letter I wrote for myself at the beginning of the summer. At this point in time, I was deciding to be more assertive in my search for mental rest and healing, and …