Depression
Clutter, Panic Attacks, and the Jesus Prayer
I drag down the hall, mind still huddled under covers, body reluctantly vertical. Fumble with coffee pot, count scoops of ground morning comfort, then lean against the counter as perked drops fill the carafe. Slowly, eyes focus on the counter. It is obscured by the flotsam and jetsam of Sunday School papers, memory verses, book…
Read MoreBroken Couches, Rice, and Joy
photo © 2010 Mike Hipp | more info (via: Wylio) Thursdays are usually FaithJam days around here. Bonnie, at the Faith Barista, hosts the Faith Jam and sends out a writing prompt for each week. This week’s is “joy.” Piece of cake, right? I mean, my blog name is “Joy in this Journey,” and my…
Read MoreI’m a Little Different
Welcome to everyone stopping by from the 2011 Ultimate Blog Party! My name is Joy, and I am a writer who blogs. I’m a little different, and I’m finally ok with it. Since I first learned to put letters together into words, writing has given me freedom to be my most real “me.” For some…
Read MoreI Can’t *Feel* Him
Does it mean anything to have no sense of God’s presence? David wrote about losing that sense. Why, LORD, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? (Psalm 10:1) So at the very least, it is not abnormal to feel that God is far, removed, hidden. Sometimes I wonder…
Read MoreFrayed Edges
*beep-beep beeeeep, beep-beep beeeeep* I startle awake, feel around frantic for the one spot on the top of my alarm clock that stops the beeping for 24 hours. Gaaaaa! Where IS it? The button is impossible to find without sitting up and looking for it. Design flaw I grumble as I sit on the side…
Read MoreDepression’s Dreaded Sidekick
“God, I can’t do this. Please take her before I screw her up.” I was sobbing as I huddled on the floor, back wedged into the corner of my parents’ office. I was numb from exhaustion, almost too tired to blink. I had carried her downstairs so that she wouldn’t wake anyone else up. My…
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