Mental Health

Hope does not put us to shame

I have depression and no one in church knows. Some of the adults have asked about my health, noting that I look tired, grey and wane. But how do I come clean about my condition when anxiety is...

Mental Health

An open letter to my depression

Dear Depression, I want to thank you. Even though you’ve taught me how to sob soundlessly into the depths of a pillow, hands clutching desperately at the sheets like a drowning man grasping a...

Mental Health

The unforced rhythms of grace

Rest: That which stills your body, soul and spirit – whatever releases you momentarily from the pressures of society. It could involve sleep, just chilling with friends over food and drinks, or...

Mental Health

If I don’t show up

Some nights, before I sleep, I browse through my phone calendar. (Not the best way to deal with insomnia, I’ll admit.) I have little reminders set up for almost every day of the month. They...

Mental Health

Please, help me see

I once believed that one day I’d change the world in a good, unselfish, non-superficial way. But real life hit me hard. I was overrun by a deep existential crisis. No, not the kind you feel...

Real Life, Real People

I thought I knew love, until it almost destroyed me

I love people. From a young age, I poured my life and heart onto others, especially the boys I was leading in church. As their mentor and older brother, I tutored them, played sports and music with...

Mental Health

On days the world seems too evil, remember …

There are times when the powers of evil seem solidly entrenched and nobody is able to get rid of them. We do what we can, we pray, but nothing seems to happen. The forces of evil laugh at our...

Mental Health

Can I talk about my pain?

Every night for the past few months, I’ve allowed sadness to snuggle up into bed with me. It’s the first thing I see when I wake up. It feels like I can’t escape it. Sometimes...

Friendship

I tried to save my best friend’s life; but everything fell apart

It was the third week of January, 2015 – my first year of university. I received a phone call. The voice said my best friend was in hospital. He’d met with a road accident and was fighting...