Breaking the Chains of Familial Bondage

Breaking the Chains of Familial Bondage

I didn’t know her, but the vulnerable thoughts she’d penned pierced my heart. I realized where I was stuck. I was stuck in jealousy–wanting the childhood she had. Wanting. Wishing. But, not having. She spoke of jealousy, but what I heard in those words? Grief....
Breaking the Chains of Familial Bondage

When Anxiety Threatens Your Personal Peace

It waits in the shadow of thoughts; sitting real and large on my chest like a rock pressing sharp edges into earth’s soft soil. Settling into tender places until the pressure builds and the corners of my heart fracture enough to allow tears to seep through and...