Thanks to Jason, I was introduced to Charles Bukowski. I have fallen in love with the way his work has awaken my writing senses. He’s a mad man. I want to be a mad woman. I never want to hold back ever again when I write.
“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead”
On Tuesday my husband talked about the things we do to recharge. He also tapped into some of the things I deal with mentally (anxiety and depression). I also deal with PTSD.
Mental health was a taboo topic growing up. It was forbidden to talk about depression because it led to be being accused that you weren’t a believer. As I got older and told people about some of things that happened to me, they always asked if I went to counseling. “No” was always my response. I’ve seen a mixture of the raised eyebrows, a jaw-drop, or a ‘trying really hard not to show any expression’ look.
I encourage counseling. Do not let anyone discourage you from it.
Overall, my hope is found in Jesus. Jesus is my anchor. Only truth and stability that I have experienced.
When the motions of life, and- mental health come crashing in, seek truth.