By Abigail A. | Featured Contributor
Anxiety. One word, four syllables—but carries such a heavy load for millions of people across the globe. Anxiety is defined as “an emotion characterized by feelings of tension, worried thoughts, and physical changes.” As a young girl, I have always known that something didn’t feel quite right when: a) I felt faint whenever it came to public speaking, b) I hated the thought of confrontation, and c) I always felt nervous when it came to being around a group of people, etc. I never knew what it was until 20 something years later when my doctor diagnosed me with generalized anxiety disorder and social anxiety disorder, aka GAD & SAD. I finally had a name for what I was feeling all these years as a child/teenager and into adulthood. Numerous factors contributed to me developing anxiety. However, in my early twenties, I battled severe depression, and If I ever lost all hope in life, it was those 5 years because those were my darkest mental days. As the saying goes, I wish that on no one because it was a very scary place to be in.
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By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
In this moment,
I can see You.
I can feel You.
You are in my deepening breath.
You are the pause between my thoughts.
You are the beat in my heart.
You are the warmth in my touch.
You are the whispers that call my name.
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By Jeremiah Lin | Featured Contributor
I suffer from bipolar. Of the worst kind. Manic episodes. Severe psychosis. Deep delusions fully believing that I’m Jesus.
I will destroy my relationships. Make random connections with strangers. Come up with a million business plans to make a billion dollars. Empty my bank account and max out credit cards to “help” others. Give away all my earthly possessions. Isn’t that what Jesus would do?
I’ve made myself homeless. I’ve ended up in numerous mental hospitals. Had far too many run-ins with police officers. Most people, including cops, don’t understand the symptoms of mania. That makes me a perceived threat. Dozens of arrests. Spent several years of my life behind bars. Several times I’ve been brutalized by law enforcement. This last time nearly cost my life.
Continue reading “This Is Who I Am: A Glimpse into Jeremiah’s Story”
By Pam Kimmell | Featured Blogger
The road that we each travel
Is full of twists and turns
There are detours and temptations
Lessons each of us must learn.
If life was always perfect
And we never faced the bad
We’d have no real reflection
Of the happy times we’ve had.
Adversity brings the challenge
Of working towards new goals
Finding new solutions
Is balm for weary souls.
God never gives us more to handle
Than he knows we can take on
Remember following the darkest times
God provides a bright new dawn.
Continue reading “Keeping the Faith”
Moistened rivulets upon flushed cheeks
sculpt betrayal of a shrouded scar.
A heart immured, a spirit stilled,
ladened fetters from afar.
Free her from these vines that bind,
renew her with each embrace.
Let the wounds that scathed of yesterday
become kindling for a love engraced.
Continue reading “Salvation.”
by the hush
of a wayward tear
scalded her eyes
is an innocence lost
a wistfulness retained
a longing diffused
within the brine
like the dew
upon a thorn
to the force
of an ethereal call
With strengthened hope
through moistened gaze
down meandered path
upon her lips
does she taste
of her deliverance.
Continue reading “Deliverance”
His heart unveiled before me,
descended from fields above,
let him free me with eternal songs
and constrain me with his love.
Lilacs amidst the autumn green,
like lilies among the thorns,
let him hold me up in blossom tides
in whose haven I am reborn.
If come the dawn which want of rain,
the hours of trial and drouth,
let him kiss me now as he kissed me then–
nectared kisses of his mouth.
When moistened rivulets meander down
my cheeks onto my neck,
let him dry the tears and calm my soul
with words of sweet caress.
As cashmere skies dissolve in mist
to lower eve’s curtain from above,
let them come; I fear it not–
for I am sick with love.
Continue reading “Embraced”