What even is a sesquidecade you may ask? Well, according to google, it means it's the way I should talk about my 15th year anniversary of sobriety from the drugs that nearly took my life. 15 years ago my brother drove 4 hours to get me and my trash bag of belongings in … Continue reading Happy Sesquidecade To Me
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.
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 have always felt I was born to lead a wild rebellion. As a child I wasn't quite sure what that looked like so I did everything anyone told me not to do. As an adult that has turned into fuel to ignite my fire of my pursuit towards my purpose. When I hear the … Continue reading The Rebellion.