While there are so many similarities between my battle with depression and my sister Angie’s, their were some significant differences. Angie was the first person in our...
My life is now divided into two categories: AD (After Depression) and BC (Before the Crash). Don’t get me wrong, I am not recovered. So “AD” does not mean...
It is another one of those posts. You know, the ones I should no be writing but write anyway. It is a very dark time in my life. I don’t know how else to describe it....
She used to call me “Mikey.” She was the only one who called me “Mikey.” I hated that name from anyone else, but it was great to hear it from her. I...
It is one of those nights where someone should take the computer away from me, shut the internet down, and relieve me of all rights to this blog. Maybe there will be a...
Please note, I have added to the post to clarify. See the parenthetical addition in italics. So many times I want to throw in the ministry towel and be...
Dear Angie, We just passed the 6 year anniversary of your death. I guess it was the evening of January 4, 2004 (that is what the medical examiner said), but Kristie (your...
1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30AM (went to bed at 2am) 2. How do you like your steak? Medium rare 3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Terminator:...
God is really starting to get on my nerves. I don’t know why he is so fascinated (addicted?) to weakness. Not his own, of course, but mine (and probably yours). This...
I heard the song on the radio today. “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. I hate that song. Every time it comes on, I change it. I usually don’t run from such pain,...