In this final poem reflecting on the hardship of my couple years, I talk through the messiness of messiness and the value of a trusted counselor. When it's hard to laugh, when small talk takes great effort, when you're afraid you're too much of a downer or a burden, when all you want to do is [...]
Sometimes, what starts as a good thing can consume you until you're certain you won't live through it. Most often, you do live through it only to be left with an anxiety you simply can't shake. But sometimes, by the grace of God, you can learn to do that good thing again in the way [...]
when the words in your head are all a big mess and they stumble and spin while you try to get dressed when your heart starts to race and you’re just not sure if you’ll ever really find the cure when your kids start to call (you’re just trying to breathe) and the day has begun [...]