Hi, friend! Thank you for meeting me in this space. You are welcome here. My name is Kristen. I am a follower of Jesus, wife, and stay-at-home mom who stumbles through anxiety and depression. I hope you will join me as I share my journey, trying my best to keep my eyes on God, my rock of refuge, breathing in His sunset of grace.
Dear friend, it is so good to have you here! Thank you for joining me in this space as I put words to my journey through anxiety and depression. I have been in the pit, surrounded by darkness, believing the lies that feel like they may implode on me-burying me alive. The air of this cavernous pit hangs with hopelessness and doubt. I am slowly beginning to climb out; as I ascend, I seek to know God more in this space of darkness and as I adjust to the light that is trickling in from the top of the hole.
I have always enjoyed writing, but I never considered myself a writer. However, on the ascent out of this pit, writing gives a voice to my fragmented soul; each word creates a rung of the ladder that, with Jesus’ help, I will cling to as I climb toward the gleaming light. As I write words to heal my soul, I pray that these words will encourage your soul as well. Thank you for being here.
My world in words
These are my people. I am married to Neil; He reminds me daily that I am not alone in the plunging hole. He holds me while my body heaves in sobs and he encourages me to keep writing words to bring me closer to Jesus and to breathe existence into my story of depression and anxiety. We have two children, Reese and Simeon. They are joy-sparkers and anxiety-inducers all in one scoop as I surround them both with a bear hug. I am blessed to glean wisdom from friends and family who I love dearly and who are truly the hands and feet of Jesus as we walk this road. To all of these people, thank you for inspiring me to create with words and encouraging me to share my story.
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