Real Life, Real People

How I found freedom from my 6-year drug addiction

My mum was a tiger mum and the sole breadwinner of our household, hence she was always busy with work.ย My stay-at-home dad was pretty silent and very particular about cleanliness, so he would scold...

Real Life, Real People

Labelled “hopeless” and “incorrigible”, these young men broke free from crime and drugs

Organised by local halfway house The New Charis Mission (TNCM), the Unlabelled Run is an annual 5km fun run and 10km competitive run that advocates for the removal of prejudicial labels in our...

Worldview

Bed rotting: Am I being a little too nua?

The best position to scroll through social media while lying on your bed is sideways. Thatโ€™s indisputable. But what is disputable is how long we should be in that position, listlessly bed rotting....

Disabilities

I am autistic and I have hope: Encouragement for the neurodivergent and their caregivers

When I was diagnosed with autism at the tender age of three, the doctor implied that I had no future. Growing up, not being able to do simple tasks properly, manage my emotions and socialise...

Mental Health

Christine Caine: I was abandoned, adopted and abused โ€” but God set me free

I don’t have a conscious memory of my childhood where I didn’t know what shame was. Shame was like the air I breathed. Shame was woven into the very fabric of my being. I grew up in a...

Mental Health

Consumed with hatred for my bullies, I lived in bitterness until I chose forgiveness

Ew! Why are you so smelly and oily? Haha, look at those ugly, disgusting pimples on your face! Do you cry at home because of us? Phrases like these were constantly flung at me throughout my primary...

Disabilities

Disability ministry: How is the Church enabling this part of the Body?

What would you do if you suddenly heard someone shouting during worship in a church service? How would you react if someone interrupted when the pastor was preaching? These are very real challenges...

Mental Health

I was depressed, an alcoholic and an aimless wanderer… but God saved me

I am a victim of child abuse. Growing up, I experienced physical and emotional abuse from my parents, who were always very strict with me. While I recognise that some of these rules and restrictions...

Mental Health

Growing up as the “fat kid”: Undoing a decade of disordered eating

Growing up, I was always the “big kid”. King Kong, my mother would affectionately call me (which really, just meant “fat”). When I was in kindergarten, I was a head taller...