"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." 1...

Tonight was a good night. You may be wondering why I'm writing so late. I'll tell you. It was such a good night that there was nothing...

It's not uncommon to hear "New Year, New Me" as we inch closer to January 1st. This year, I can't begin to express how ridiculous this...

Over the course of the past four years, I have chosen a "Word of the Year" to carry me as a theme. This year's word has been "Aware." I...

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands...

Darling, I write to you as the sun is just starting to peek over the line of the trees. The first warming rays of the day are starting to...

I write this post in a season of depression. It's not a new phase. I've experienced these before. And yet these mood shifts always feel...

What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be me? I've been asking these questions and working on my concept of self for as long...

Today is the last day of 2020. For the past few years, I've chosen a "Word of the Year" that has carried me through morning meditations...

"Kaitlyn, what do you desire?" It's a question I've been asking for the past month. It started when I asked my friend and former...

Dust swirls in the beams of light streaming in from the top of the barn. The big bumble bees that have their nest in the rafters buzz...

There is a lyric from the band Mumford and Sons that speaks rather wonderfully to how I encounter thoughts on the future. "How fickle my...

"How would you feel about making Anglican rosaries with me?" That's how it all started. That simple invitation on the part of Sister...

It's been over three years since I attempted suicide. I'm not usually that blunt about things in my writing. I prefer my tough truths to...

One of my greatest strengths is my introversion. It makes me a good listener. It makes me a great observer. Because I watch and listen...

Her name was Renée. She was… she is… my hero. In my life, I have never known anyone like her. So vivacious, so full of light and laughter...

For a long time, I hated him. Well, hate is a strong word. He was the first person to tell me I didn't mean anything. He was the first...

Sundays were special as I was growing up. They were predictable, and yet delightful. There was a regularity to the passage of a Sunday...

I've not been sleeping. It's a problem that comes around every so often. Life with bipolar disorder brings about a regiment of regular...

"And where is that coming from? What voice is it that you hear telling you these things?" It's a question that my therapist is starting...