This time last year, I was in the midst of my first active suicide attempt. It was right around mother’s day. I don’t think anyone really knows the true extent of why I tried to do it, but I’m starting to feel a lot more peace about it, as much as I turned my life upside down. But one of the most important lessons from last year that I’m trying to remember is that God doesn’t love me for what I can do for the kingdom, or even for my prayers and devotion.

But the thing is, all of it would be fine if asking for help were normalized. Could you imagine? A world where we could do what we need to do to thrive, without being judged or ridiculed, or told that we “should” be able to manage things like everyone else?

I started writing these on my computer a few days ago, and they kind of helped, except for the fact that my moods are so up and down that sometimes the effects wear off pretty much instantly. So maybe I’ll put these out there multiple times per day, who knows. And my hope is that if nothing else, I’ll be able to help someone. Always feel free to leave a comment.