Once upon a time in a warehouse-turned-church-auditorium not that far away, I was a teenage girl who believed in magic. The magic of a God who loved me, who was always there to give me victory over emotions or head colds and reveal his perfect will for my life. The
In Part 1, on my last blog, I said, because we are collectivist people living in individualist societies, therapy is woefully inadequate and, it’s what we have right now. Another way in which therapy is woefully inadequate, is in the rigid way we tend to ‘do’ therapy. I’ve been following the work
Religious Trauma and Perimenopause are probably not terms you thought you’d see in the same sentence. For me, they happened at the same time. Fair to say there were days I was not fun to be around. I was overwhelmed, bone tired and highly reactive. I was gaslighting myself, trying to think my
Trauma stewardship means tending to yourself so traumatic events happening to other people don’t leave an imprint of trauma in your body.
I wrote my story of leaving faith a few years ago. It’s called “The Sentimental Non-Believer.” There’s a chapter called ‘Melancholy’ and in the lead up to Easter you can download it here. I wrote ‘Melancholy’ over Easter that year as I realised I hadn’t felt the heaviness that usually
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