My return to the mental ward from the Hungarian ICU gave me hope that I had endured the ugliest part of this trial. Yet, sleep still eluded me. When I closed my eyes, visions returned of angels and demons and wars in the celestial realms. My mind had not yet fully returned to me, and…
It was a night in the late winter of 2010. I had a six-month-old baby and a two-and-a-half-year-old. Life was full of diapers, keeping nap times, and playing with my toddler while my baby slept. I didn’t know where my quiet inner spaces had gone. Life was busy, so busy of here-to-there and everywhere in…
My fingers shook and my insides turned as I typed the blog post. I was casting aside fear. I was about to share in a way that would allow all of the world to read about the greatest darkness I had experienced: my journey with bipolar disorder. With trembling hands, I opened up my heart…
Feathers all inside of me Flapping For the flight of One winged bird’s song This song — it’s the hope Of all the world It’s many-winged flight Now covering the earth From my soul to yours And your song to my heart And the hope — it’s bright array Is forever the tune Of all…