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Journal
Quiet stories for hard days — about depression, panic, burnout and the long road of getting help. Written to keep you company, not to treat you.
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No. 48 · · Rest
Sunday Evening, I Finally Walked the Whole Stream Path
A first-person story of slowing down on a Sunday evening walk along a stream path never walked to the end in ten years, with Psalm 23:2 (WEB).
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No. 47 · · Worry
Sunday Morning, Folding the Towels Twice While Waiting
A first-person story of a Sunday morning spent walking between the phone and the drying rack, waiting for health checkup results, with 1 Peter 5:7 (WEB).
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No. 46 · · Reassurance
Saturday evening, even on the bus stop bench I kept looking at my phone until a child's voice made me look up
A first-person story of a Saturday evening: walking to the bus stop, then looking up at the sunset from the bench, with Psalm 121:2 (WEB).
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No. 45 · · Rest
Saturday morning, I left the rice cooker lid shut for the ten minutes it rested
A first-person story of a Saturday morning spent waiting ten minutes in front of a resting rice cooker, holding back the urge to reach for the lid, with Psalm 46:10 (WEB).
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No. 44 · · Rest
On Friday evening I put on a fresh pillowcase and turned off the Saturday alarm
A first-person story about changing into a dry pillowcase on a Friday evening and turning off a Saturday morning alarm I never managed to keep, with Lamentations 3:23 (WEB).
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No. 43 · · Fatigue
Friday Morning, "Fine" Came Out of My Mouth Before I Could Think
A first-person story of an office worker who answered a Friday-morning greeting in the elevator with "Fine" before thinking, then looked back over the week, with Matthew 11:28 (WEB).
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No. 42 · · Reassurance
Thursday Evening, I Got Up Twice After Lying Down to Check the Door Lock and the Gas Valve
A first-person story of a Thursday evening when, even after I turned off the light and lay down, the front door and the gas valve kept nagging at me and I got up twice, including Psalm 4:8 (WEB).
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No. 41 · · Fear
Thursday Morning, I Wound My Bag Strap Around My Hand in the Dental Waiting Room and Waited for My Name
A first-person story of a Thursday morning, the day of a dental appointment put off for months, when I kept winding my bag strap around my finger and unwinding it in the waiting room chair, including Isaiah 41:10 (WEB).
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No. 40 · · Low spirits
Wednesday evening, tightening a loose drawer handle, I put down the urge to fix myself
A first-person story of a Wednesday evening when a drawer handle, loose for three weeks, would not stay tight, and the habit of treating a weary self as something to be fixed in a hurry was set down, written with Psalm 147:3 (WEB).
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No. 39 · · Startle
Wednesday morning, I stood there a long time after the mug broke at the sink
A first-person story of a Wednesday morning when a mug slipped out of soapy hands while washing up, and the sound of it breaking left the heart pounding for a long while, written with Joshua 1:9 (WEB).
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