It is always a place of rest, food, and shelter where the worn out soul must go to meet the God of hope. When depression and fear are met by the God of grounded reality, then we are in good hands.
Life is hard. It can grind down on your soul to where you feel just worn out. Toes trod on, mistakes made, emotions flow, and the soul becomes a vandalised derelict motel. There once was life, but now everyone drives by.
Depression and anxiety compete for brain time. One of them always wins. Continue reading “A Simple Way That God Cares For Your Worn Out Soul”
No one likes being truly honest about the reality of a Mental Illness. Progress happens when we get real and learn to understand what truly is going on.
John had been to see the psychologist for some personality tests for upcoming career changes. When the psychologist just dropped into the conversation that John had depression, it landed like a hammer on a small toe.
It hurt, but he didn’t want to show it. Men don’t express feelings. He stayed in control, and that’s what real men do. Continue reading “Real Men get Real about Their Mental Health”
They were so caught up in themselves and their selfish desires that they got lost to the concerns of others. Without recognising the wealth of love around them, they were the prodigal, a child of abundance squandering it away. What drew them back was a memory of love, faint and small, when the soul hit rock bottom.
We all at times suffer levels of naivety and ignorance. We don’t know what we don’t know. In our prodigal pride, we wander away until we remember that allure of love and we wake up.
We can be so blind that we miss the obvious. Everyone around can see what is happening, but we blindly go on. Warnings given and dismissed.
‘I don’t have a problem; it’s you that has the problem’ Continue reading “It’s Love That Wins The Blind Prodigal Back”
I once was blind but now I see. Only when we begin to realize that we have been chasing after false promises will our sight return. We see that we have been conned and we are now in a prison of our own making.
One spring afternoon I was driving in the countryside with my parents. The farmland looked green, lush and inviting. I commented on how good the farms looked.
My father, who was a farmer, responded ‘Never buy a farm when you’ve looked at in the late afternoon’. Continue reading “There is None so Blind as Those that Will Not See”
Do you think mental illness is God’s way of forcing us to slow down and change our behaviour or is it the Devil messing with our minds?
I recently received this question from one of the readers via the anonymous question survey.
It’s an interesting question and one that I think has many questions under the question. It also demonstrates a type of belief about God and Gods relationship with us.
So here is my answer. Leave a comment below to let me know what you think about this question. Continue reading “Does God use a Mental Illness to Slow Us Down?”
Just outside my window, I can see a beautiful yellow rose.
It wasn’t there last week, well actually it was but it was just tightly bound up under its green calyx.
A lot can happen in a week, in a day, in a moment.
I can see the beauty but to deeply experience it I must stoop, smell and breath in its beauty. Slowly, gently, letting my brain cells savour the moment.
Do you take time to smell the roses?
You don’t need roses
Continue reading “Smelling the Roses Grows a Healthy Brain”
The shame of an attempt at suicide can cling onto you like the odour of some dirty old socks.
You would do anything to get rid of that stench. Is that a good description of shame? That feeling of embarrassment at what you have done. You want to hide, run, cover it up, but it’s still there. Those smelly old socks still stink.
Recently I was asked a question by one of the readers of Turning the Page about how to help someone who had recently attempted suicide. In the midst of their crisis, they had posted their intentions out on Social Media. Now they had a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. They feared that people would treat them differently.
So how would you help someone like this? Continue reading “18 Insights to Heal the Shame of an Attempted Suicide”
If I were to describe my anxiety, as a doctor might, it might go something like this:
“An over active nervous condition when the brain predicts and over predicts and
attempts to problem- solve with or without the victim’s consent and many times
without concern of her best interests.”
Anxiety–it can race over and through me like a speedy stream.
(This is a guest post from Lisa DeLay – enjoy)
Continue reading “When Anxiety is a Speedy Stream – Lisa DeLay”
It was off to the races and my thoughts and feelings were galloping around in my head.
Out in front was ‘This and that’ followed closely behind by ‘Panic’ and ‘Fear’. Neck and neck were ‘Hopelessness’ and ‘Despair’ while ‘Stuck in the Mud’ was definitely stuck in the mud and sinking.
Do your thoughts race? Continue reading “Racing Thoughts can be Reined in. Here’s how”
The fuel gauge on this soul wasn’t on E for Enough, it was on E for Empty and Exhausted. How do we restore the soul?
Life is exhausting at times. Demands come from everywhere. Things start to fall apart and you’re that little less patient. Anxious and depressive thoughts gain a strength of their own, but you have to keep going. Continue reading “Life Fuel Out? God Knows How to Restore”