Three years ago I wrote a reflection for my new blog and for all the new friends who were following me on the journey I had begun, and I answered the question I got all the time: was I still a Christian? If so, what did that look like? I used to be a Christian, but what was I now? You can go back and read that blog here, but it basically outlined the contradiction I was living in of being angry at God and yet desperately needing him. I knew I needed him. I wasn’t sure of anyt

Trigger Warning : this post contains detailed discussion of suicide and self-harm. (Written by Thea in August 2021, while she was still at home) The pistol felt heavier than she had thought it would. It was a dull silver color, with wooden paneling. The trigger was black. That was the important part. She opened the gun up and struggled to remember which way to put the shells in. They were bright and brass colored. It was almost taking her mind off what was making her do this.

Why talk about this? While not by any means mainstream, the practice of wife-beating, disciplining, or spanking, is a reality in...