As I read the words from my old journal, I vividly recall my emotions. Shame, humiliation, doubt. The entry is dated April 16, 1983. I was in my second semester of college. Faith, Healing and Faith Healing Though we arrived early, the room was packed. The only...
MY SON’S MENTAL ILLNESS Fifteen years into fatherhood, mental illness burst into my son’s life and took up long-term residence. So did chaos, friction, tears, lying, arguments, anger, and disrespect. Then drugs. Then jail. And finally, death. As...
Pamela Piquette and Cindee Snider Re never imagined what purpose God had for a friendship that started in the least likely way. They were initially brought together through their boys who couldn’t get along. Through those encounters, Pamela and Cindee started building...
There are days that do not feel post-worthy. Or noteworthy. There are days where everything gets cancelled and you don’t even get to enjoy it. There are days when your skin is blotchy and your clothes are wrinkled, and it doesn’t even matter. There are bad hair days...
CAREGIVER – PERMISSION TO SHARE YOUR STORY For years I never considered that the label “Caregiver” belonged to me. It seemed too formal, too restrictive, and too important for what I did to help my chronically ill mum. Hugs and housework and...
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