When Life Won’t Fulfill Our Dreams

How often do we show our cards while still bleeding? Before we know how this hand plays out? We may admire those who do, but we hope we won’t have to. I write about living naked: exposing every part of myself. Right now life is not pretty, ya’ll. This writing isn’t...

When Illness Shows How Unholy I Am

I am not as holy as I hoped. When my reserves are depleted and every person who needs me grates against my suffering like fingernails on a chalkboard, I fail. I’m entering my fourth month since developing vestibular neurontis.* By the second month the physical...

When I Wanted Suicide But Didn’t Kill Myself

A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.—Andrew Coyne Physician-assisted suicide, also known as death with dignity, is familiar to most of us since Brittany Maynard’s choice to die before brain cancer killed her. I don’t...

Life as a Survivor

Stumbling through the day. Depression’s darkness bleeding into daylight. And they say, “Try harder.” So I do. A monster project for work, the weariness bone deep. I tell myself, “Push through. Just keep going.” My genuine smile is miles away, but it’s time for church....