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This journey to wholeness can feel lonely. Once revered, surrounded by countless friends and family members, going from 300 Facebook “friends” to 15. Where those birthday greetings so numerous being a fake version of myself are gone. Surrendering to sin, facing myself, unloading decades of shame begs me to be authentic in my relationships. The problem is; the people who surround you are still lost in their programming. The lies people exist in, created by their upbringing beg

I came across an article, examining the norms growing up as a Gen Xer in the 80’s. Comical it is to reflect on the backdrop of our upbringing, contrasting brightly with today’s standards. https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/articles/gen-xers-share-33-crazy-201458776.html I could relate . . . recalling that three-hour drive to our family’s cabin in Northern Michigan. I was a toddler, sitting on my mothers lap in the front seat. The VW bug, stuffed with six children and two parents

Hope for me can be a dangerous fixation, taking it next level, being a wild departure from truth. This state, necessary for elevating out of despair is necessary. But like most good things, I cling to it, glossing over facts, operating more like denial. Hope is the glimmer of light in darkness, illuminating your stark reality. That’s it’s role, and for it to be useful, you must take action; not this lying in bed marinating in it. Today, I have a more realistic relationship wi

I have numbers to share . . . 1.5, 3 and 15. It’s been one and a half years since I relocated to New York City living in the shelter system, facing my demons, healing every trauma. Three indicates the number of times I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for in-patient treatment. It turns out PTSD makes you lose your mind. And my favorite, 15. The number of books I have written since 2023. God chaining me to this laptop, opening a spigot, sharing on this fantastical, real-