The first post on my new blog for adult children of divorce–check it out!
I love my cluttered collection of magnets, photos, and business cards on the sides of my refrigerator. When I take a phone call or sort our recycling items, I look over my collection and it makes me smile. Corny, glittered mementos from tourist shops. Handmade creations from my children’s classrooms. Oldie-but-goodie prints from our dating days.
The one item that always gives me pause is my August 1993 school portrait.
The 15-year-old me was nervous and excited that day. Freshly hatched from a spiritual rebirth experience in the basement bathroom the week prior, I was ready to enter my junior year with verve for the Lord.
Little did I know that in two short months my lifelong best friend would move away, and I would turn all my hurt inward and slide downward, even entertaining suicidal thoughts.
I wasn’t aware that my depression was linked to all the hurt, anger…
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