Fight Mode: When Anger Is Armor
Everybody in his life calls him a hothead, and nobody says it to his face. His wife measures her words at supper. His kids read the sound of the truck…
Everybody in his life calls him a hothead, and nobody says it to his face. His wife measures her words at supper. His kids read the sound of the truck…
Every family hands down a recipe box. Some of the cards are pure treasure. The cornbread dressing, the way your people tell stories on the porch, the hymns everybody knows…
You can read a driveway like scripture when you love an addict. Which way the tires crunch the gravel, how long the truck sits before the door opens, what the…
When I ask some clients to tell me about the worst thing that ever happened to them, they go quiet, and not because the answer is too painful to say….
“What is wrong with me?” A grown man asked me that in my office, ashamed to his shoes, after describing how he goes completely blank when his wife raises her…
I have lost count of how many people have opened a first session with some version of the same sentence. “I don’t even know why I’m here. Nothing that bad…
Most forgiveness advice has a quiet assumption baked into it, and once you spot it, you can’t unsee it. It assumes you can leave. Block the number, move the membership,…
Somebody reading this has an empty chair at the table. The conversation you were owed, the one where they finally look you in the eye and name what they did,…
A client asked me once, near the end of a long stretch of work, how she would know when she had actually forgiven him. Not the churchy version. The real…
Try something for me. For one day, just listen to how you talk to yourself. Write down the actual sentences. “Stupid.” “You always do this.” “No wonder.” Then look at…
There’s a woman you keep going back to visit, and every visit is the same. It’s the you from before, the one who said yes, who stayed, who believed him,…
Somewhere along the way, you started treating your trust like it was the crime. Like the open heart was the mistake, and the deceit was just what open hearts have…
Somebody has probably already asked you the question, maybe kindly, maybe not. “Shouldn’t you be over this by now?” And maybe you’ve started asking yourself the same thing, holding your…
Somebody told you somewhere along the way that good Christians don’t get angry. That anger means your faith isn’t strong enough, or your forgiveness isn’t real yet. I want to…
You know the sentence. “Things got complicated.” “We went through a rough patch.” “He wasn’t himself for a while.” Words that let everybody else off the hook, including you, and…
Healing needs protection. It needs space and honesty, patience and safe people, and enough time to become more than just survival. That’s why boundaries matter so much. Without boundaries, healing…
Hope does not always begin in a bright, easy place. Sometimes hope begins in the broken place. It begins after the loss, after the tears, after the disappointment, after the…
Grief is not always about missing another person. Sometimes grief is about missing yourself. You may miss who you were before the loss. Before the illness. Before the betrayal. Before…
Memories can be complicated after loss. A memory can make you smile and ache in the same breath. It can bring warmth to your heart and tears to your eyes….
For widows and widowers who are past the earliest shock, life after loss can feel like a daily tug-of-war between sorrow and the first flickers of possibility. Grief still arrives…