I often wonder if I would have kept every pregnancy test I've ever taken, how many there would be. My husband only knows about the ones he was home for. I never told them about the ones I secretly took when I was alone; because I just wanted all of the digital "Not Pregnant" to … Continue reading Not Pregnant
The hardest part about dealing with mental illness as a Christian is the taboo that I must not be saved enough if I'm still dealing with depression. I must not know Christ enough if my suicidal ideation is so prevalent. I should probably pray harder if I'm still dealing with sometimes crippling anxiety. And … Continue reading Gone.
When my husband got assigned to McLennan County I did not know what that meant for me. If I would have known that moving to Waco would take me through a journey of healing I wouldn't have put up such a fight. I knew nothing about Waco other than the fact that some sort of … Continue reading She Warriors
From the very beginning of this journey I knew I wanted my husband's perspective. Not just because he's my husband; because I value him. I value his words, his opinion, and his outlook on life. He is so wise and a man of few words. I wanted his side of who he sees in his … Continue reading From His Eyes – The Confession
I have always been an open book when it came to my life and my past. I've never been one to hang my head in shame or deny anything that I've lived through. But, after being deceived into sex trafficking a second time I made a promise to myself to never speak about it openly. … Continue reading The Confession.
I pressed my entire body weight against the locked bathroom door as he banged on it and threatened to kill me if I didn't open it. I held my knees to my chest and sobbed in a complete state of chaotic confusion. Why is this happening? How did this happen? What is going on? I trembled … Continue reading Exploited.
Now that our boutique series has come to an end I really wanted to think about how I wanted to close it out. I couldn't think of a better way than to tell you my why. I remember going to the fashion district with my grandmother as a really young child and being mesmerized by the … Continue reading The Black Daisy Boutique
