The God Who Sees Me
The hardest part about working through trauma isn’t being honest, it’s not judging your honest answers.
The hardest part about working through trauma isn’t being honest, it’s not judging your honest answers.
It took 100% of my energy to have a good day. No wonder everything shy of a good day feels like getting hit by a bus.
I opened my mouth to say, “Oh, I’m great, busy week at work, you know, the usual. How are you?” Only instead of saying any of that I promptly burst into tears.
I must either face this ugly beast or let it consume me; fight back or surrender. Consider this a declaration of war.
By: Natalie Katherina. I am waiting for the trickle up the spine–for the water from the eyes–for the bend of the trees, the curl of the leaves, for the clouds to collapse and the sky to explode into chaos.
By: Jess Griggs It took me two and a half hours to get out of bed today. I woke up in a cold sweat at 4:59 am and continued to lie under my blankets with my pillow over my face until the alarm went off at 6:30 am, at which …
By: Jess Griggs I hate going to the grocery store. Maneuvering a cart around other humans who also have carts, and carts that sometimes have other, smaller humans inside is enough to make me run to the nearest bathroom and lock the door. A few weeks ago, I found myself …
By: Katie Arnold Read more of Katie’s writing and journey on her site journeythru30.com! For the last 2 weeks, this has been my meditation mantra, or at least some variation of it. The most impactful being the final verse, “I am enough.” It’s easy to look around and question our …