Your Support System isn’t Your Therapist, Your Therapist isn’t Superman

Dear Lovelies, It's time for some tough love and hard truth pills. Here's the reality of the situation: Your support system isn't your therapist; you're therapist isn't Superman. We all know recovery isn't linear and there are ups and downs, twists and turns, and even resting places on this journey. There will be days when … Continue reading Your Support System isn’t Your Therapist, Your Therapist isn’t Superman

Humanizing Judas Iscariot

I woke up this morning thinking about Judas Iscariot, you know, the guy history remembers as the "son of hell"? The one who betrayed Jesus to the Pharisees for 30 pieces of silver (roughly $250 in today's money, but that number varies depending on which scholar you ask). Most of us know the story: Jesus … Continue reading Humanizing Judas Iscariot

Here’s to “Poor” Decisions

Here's to poor decisions: to eating 1/2 of a chocolate bar at an old typewriter, mistaking a machine for a friend, or worse yet, a lover. Here's to "doing the passionate thing" and majoring in Creative Writing when everyone knows—sorry, assumes— that STEMs (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics degrees) get the good jobs, fancy houses, … Continue reading Here’s to “Poor” Decisions

The Traumatic Nature of Deconversion

Memory is unreliable when recounting old wounds, but I do know that the beginning of the end started with an email to an old professor in which I expressed: "I don't think I believe in the God of Christianity anymore," and ended with a Facebook post about deconversion, and an awkward, hard conversation at the … Continue reading The Traumatic Nature of Deconversion

An Adulting Moment: Don’t Cry Over Dropped Food

There's no manuscript for adulting but, boy, do I wish there was! Tonight, I had a plan: come home from work, cook a dinner of pork chops and veggies, and go to bed. My plan was fool-proof—almost. As I was cutting my freshly cooked and perfectly seasoned pork chops, the unthinkable happened: my plate tumbled … Continue reading An Adulting Moment: Don’t Cry Over Dropped Food