I was parked between "spiritual but not religious" and "New Age dilettante" when depression threw me into God's arms.
I have always been a person of gloom. Even as a small child, I suffered bouts of depression salted with anxiety before I even knew what the words meant. From toddlerhood on, insomnia overtook me as I tried rocking myself to sleep. I didn't want to get up in the morning. I wouldn't brush my hair. I didn't want to go to school. But I did go to church. Until I didn't. continue reading >>