When I was 38, I had an infant, preschooler and. . .third, fourth, and sixth graders.
The older children were involved in lots of activities that required me to be behind the wheel, constantly.
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Winter fun in Indiana: playing with my two grand pups Fern and Frankie. Photo credit: Yaro Photography
Depression and Addiction Go Hand in Hand
For the past decade, I have used light therapy first thing every morning—either my UV therapy light or a morning walk outdoors without sunglasses.
I have also intentionally exercised most every morning too.
Addiction and depression go hand in hand.
I do everything I can to stay out of both, because both hijack God’s best for my life.
And let me be honest, throughout the winter months I have to fight twice as hard to exercise and do the things that come so naturally to me the rest of the year.
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Photo credit: Yaro Photography
I'm More Than Ready to Talk Now
This past week, someone asked if I was ready to speak publicly about my son Daniel’s death—more specifically, was I ready to talk about the “s-word” publicly.
This upcoming Memorial Day will mark seven years since he died by suicide at age 21. . .with the first year being one of shock and post trauma; the second year a dark hole of depression; and the third year burying myself deeper into that hole.
I felt horrible. I ate unwisely. I gained weight. I didn’t care.