Typically when I ask people what their self-care routine is, I get one of three response. The first response is complete confusion; like I am speaking in a language they do not understand. The second response is self-righteous indignation; like self-care…
Over Labor Day weekend my husband and I decided to plan a trip with our high school aged daughters. Our time with them is quickly slipping by and we wanted to spend some one on one time with them to…
Hi, my name is Karen and I am the girl who used to have a major depressive disorder. I’m the girl who lost 20 pounds because I couldn’t eat, who couldn’t sleep at night because I felt so hopeless, who…
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The most common frustration I hear from others in conversation is typically surrounding insomnia and trouble sleeping. I think today alone I’ve seen 10 memes about sleep alluding people. Why does this problem seem to affect so many people and…
I see so, so, so many articles about people desiring a tribe or a community. They want to find their people; do life with them. This sentiment is also a regular struggle I hear from people in my role as…
A common reason people come to counseling is “relationship distress.” Relationship distress is the grief that accompanies a relationship that doesn’t meet your personal expectations. The types of relationship can vary, but usually they surround one’s parents, siblings, children, or…
My husband recently asked me to write down some examples of injustices woman face in relation to sexuality in preparation for a sermon he was going to give on John 8. The chapter is titled The Woman Caught in Adultery. The…
What a sad phenomenon that we can’t look at each other as people and applaud achievements based on merit. Rather, we chose to discount, disparage, and look for the bad or good in public figures based on whether they are red or blue!
In the eulogy George W didn’t mention once that his parents made sure he had organic food his whole life, or had Pinterest worthy birthday parties, or the perfect monogrammed matching outfits with his siblings. He didn’t mention that his parents made sure their week was planned with playdates and millions of extracurricular activities. He reflected over and over again about how much his dad loved and was dedicated to his mother.
Today as I (Karen) opened my Facebook account, the first thing I saw were memories. Everyday Facebook recaps things posted in years past on this same day. Often times for me, it is fun reflection of our kids’ lives, fun…
