For many abuse victims, there is a sense of knowing without knowing. Sometimes a memory floats around the edges of consciousness, but our de

I chose a career path that made little sense to most. I believed in small children. I believed what happened to children in the first five y

Then, I felt it pass over me like a wave. It felt like I was just outside the place where the waves broke and crashed onto the sand. The emo

I was watching a small girl at the next table when she suddenly lost it. Hysterical. Pulling at her blouse. Inconsolable. It was something a

Finding a sense of Self out of a conglomeration of children, teens, young adults, and adults who would step in to lead (without warning when

I lived my life well. I kept the rules that I was told to keep only now realizing that most of those rules have been discarded. Some say tha

I was an underachiever. Has God enabled me to live my life and use my suffering to help others? Absolutely! But there is so much I would hav

While my journey through therapy was undoubtedly one of the loneliest times of my life, I am grateful for my husband who became my ‘Therapy

Joy was always tricky because deep down, I knew there was something wrong. It wasn’t a spiritual problem; it was something much deeper. How

The doctor my parents took me to was wise beyond his era. He said, “She seems to be a bit anxious about school. Maybe it would help to keep

The day I walked into therapy, I looked and felt great--but I knew I needed help. A month later I was filling every trashcan in the office a

In my mind, we get the story of Joseph all wrong when we try to imply that God was in control during every step of the journey. This in no w

Sometimes, as I work on the pools, I shake my head and think, “It has come to this.” Yes, it has come to this. I am a Pool Lady with a Ph.D.

I really could have just pulled through to the other side and never told anyone—except for the fact that I was so tired of hiding. Living ou

How is it that telling the truth about the pain inflicted on us makes us less spiritual than those who inflicted the pain? Making the victim

I never knew I was dealing with shame. I knew I had excessive anxiety about the simplest of things like ordering food in a fast food restaur

The battle was worth it. The peace and freedom that I longed for is mine. It doesn’t look anything like I ever expected or hoped for, but it

It is way too easy for leadership in Christian settings to feel right (or righteous) about the decisions they make and simply believe that t

I said, “I need to finish this conversation another time.” To my horror, he said, “No, we are going to finish this right now.”I was probably

I stood in the doorway. I was very small, maybe two. I was sucking on my two middle fingers and watching my mother in the kitchen. I was for