I’m a writer, creator, lover of movies, and ADHD savant (lol) who loves to help others engage their world, their feelings, their life.
I have an MA in Clinical Mental Health Counseling and have a passion for helping people understand their stories and how to move towards health.
The life that we endure on this earth can be considered nothing other than messy. We experience good and evil, joy and suffering. We fail and we succeed. We’re up and we’re down. As we evaluate the landscape of our messy lives, we often ask ourselves questions with a yearning to no longer feel trapped in the neverending cycle of emotional strain.
Suffering was always valued in my Christian spaces. Martyrs were glorified in the long line of Jesus and those who suffered greatly would be the most similar to Him. There was almost a game to see who could suffer the most. Many of us envied those whose testimonies were ripe with suffering as if they were more godly because of it. Due to this culture, depression seemed like something I had to grind out to the end. Simultaneously, it was suffering that only God could help. Except, that specific God didn’t really help me. And I now know why.
Anytime we leave a faith community, it can be so easy to pendulum swing to a different side. Whether it be progressive versions of the same faith, ardent atheism, or something entirely different, if we aren’t careful in the midst of our spiritual rebuild, we can operate out of similar frameworks of mind inside of a different faith home.
