I upped my meds this week.
I’m amazed at how much better I feel.
I made it to Saturday Morning yoga for the first time in two months. I wrapped all my Christmas presents. I joined friends for karaoke, even though it was past my bedtime.
Additionally, a whole host of dark thoughts about singleness disappeared. I no longer spend nights crying in my bath tub.
One extra pill was enough to banish weeks’ worth of depression and despair regarding my relationship status.
Now, instead of clogging my brain at every moment, the thoughts sit waiting for an opportunity.
I don’t have to reach very far to find them. Continue reading “Alone at Christmas”
I’ve been avoiding the Harry Potter series for almost four years. Continue reading “Harry Potter Book Tag”
Over plates of mediocre spaghetti, I hear a familiar discussion start. A fellow Christian (usually male, shaking his head sadly) puts his fork down and bellows, “The body of Christ is so FRACTURED!”
The rest of the table pauses. I munch on a corner of garlic bread.
“How can we have UNITY in the church,” the man continues, “if we’re all SEPARATE!?”
Missing the rhetorical nature of the question, the rest of the table jumps in. Continue reading “Solving Spiritual Debates”
Church people hate me.
At least, it’s hard not to feel that way as a single woman.
For over a year, I’ve watched people panic when I show up without a partner. I’ve been asked, “Soooooo hooooooow’s wooooooork?” more times than I can count. I’ve had others explain things to me that I already understand.
I thought I was the problem. I doubled-down on small talk, asked lots of questions, brought wine to Bible study.
Still I got panicked smiles, questions about college, the dreaded, “Hoooooooow’s work?”
I thought, Maybe these people are uncomfortable around singles.
Enter Tim. Continue reading “How to Talk to Women in Their 20s”