A Personal Look at Mental Health, Hope, and Change
At the beginning of quarantine I fell into a really dark place. I was self medicating, people pleasing, and exhaustively striving. During times of productivity and progress I still have had debilitating symptoms. My mental illness became me. It is what I clung too because it was always there. We had been in survival mode... Continue Reading →
I have a tendency to run on feelings. I love swimming in the depths of emotion. Seeing the rise and fall of how I feel everyday helps keep me on track mentally. The awareness gives me a sense of where and how I am doing. This is how I fell in love with Jesus. I... Continue Reading →
Thoughts are thoughtsNo danger there. Thoughts are thoughtsEven if my mind is bare. The thoughts are there in the morningand before I go to bed. The thoughts are there to woe meand pull me out of bed. The wilderness beckons me, Pushing wind beneath my sails. Sometimes we have to go within to step out... Continue Reading →
I normally dread winter. DREAD IT. After Christmas and my birthday I am done with winter and I am ready to hop back into a T-shirt and celebrate spring. I am telling you right now, the only thing more than being cooped up in a house for winter is being cooped up in a house... Continue Reading →
I have been going to the same psychiatrist since I was 12 years old with her help, an awesome therapist, diet, excercise, and a whole lot of Jesus I was able to come off of all of my medication for bipolar disorder three years ago. The past two years have been extremely hard. I mean... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I need to take a step back to access my motives in life because I can really get it twisted. I am a self diagnosed chronic perfectionist and people pleaser. I have been desperately trying to be the best wife, mother, daughter, and friend possible without actually accessing what that would look like. Seriously,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I cried...a lot. I cried on the floor. I cried on the couch. I cried on my bed. I cried in the bathroom and on the kitchen floor. ...I cried. Somewhere between my first set of tears and through my final dry heaves of emotion I was trickled down to the single thought. I... Continue Reading →
This summer has been crazy. Let me talk to you about two year olds. They. Don't Care. I have seen this child clock her sister in the head with a coffeepot and throw a fit because she couldn't wear deodorant as lip gloss. Sheđź‘Źdon'tđź‘Źcare. Meanwhile, our eight year old likes to see how quickly she... Continue Reading →
Being quiet has never been my strong suit. What happens once you discover who you are and you are ready to move on to what you know you were born to do? What do you do when you’re not quite ready? What happens in that inbetween place? The place that is filled with diapers, dishes,... Continue Reading →
We’re coming up on two months now and there’s still so much I want to tell you. In two short months it feels like a lifetime of reporting I want to share. Madi received citizen of the month AND honor roll for the second time in a row. Emily can tell you about 15 different... Continue Reading →
Taralyn Rowe 