"Back to square one." That was the calling card of my OCD. Every time I felt some relief from a compulsion, every time I thought I had gained some ground in getting my life back, I would step on a mental land mine and it would blow me back to the beginning again. OCD is … Continue reading You don’t have to be perfect
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Joy in Depression
Depression is such strange topic. How do you talk about something you can't put your finger on? I don't know about you, but my depression feels like an ominous cloud that looms and keeps me from enjoying things fully. I don't choose it. I don't want it there. But it's there. I was talking to … Continue reading Joy in Depression
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Where is God now?
My mom would always tell me that God was going to "redeem the years the locusts had eaten." It was a phrase used to describe the potential that my life, my anxious, OCD-riddled, depressed life, could one day be restored. I would look back at her with tears in my eyes and ask... Where is … Continue reading Where is God now?
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