Everything but love is suffering. -M. Catherine Thomas A few years ago I attended a Neonatal Resuscitation Program workshop. One of the things we spent a lot of time talking about is verbal first-aid. When a mother and baby have experienced a resuscitation, it is generally a very traumatic experience. The first thing we were […]Continue Reading... Comments Off
What I have felt toward our leading presidential nominees for the past year can be summed up by one of many similar viral memes… For most of the year I actually ignored all things political because I just didn’t need the negativity in my life. But as my news feeds filled with more and more […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
I can’t believe it will be ten years this November since my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn passed away. Steven would be turning 40 this November. It’s still surreal, even a decade later. They’re on my mind tonight because I’ve been working on the story of their boating accident as told by my […]Continue Reading... Comments Off
When I was depressed and suicidal, I couldn’t read. I couldn’t look at websites. No facebook newsfeeds. And sometimes I even told my husband he needed to screen my emails before I could read them. Pretty much all books were out of the question (with the exception of Truman Madsen’s words). I couldn’t even read […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
This blog has been quiet for almost half a year. I can’t tell you how many times over the summer I wished I could hop on here at Magdala Rising and share what was going on in my head. Unfortunately, I lost the notebook where I keep my complicated password, and when I tried to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
Little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned. -Alma 32:23 Yesterday the final speaker in our Church meeting was a man with an inspiring story. He had been raised in the Church but fell into troubled paths after some family trauma in his childhood. I loved […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
This week, I have been remembering the winter of 2005-2006. It wasn’t my finest hour. I was living in a stuffy basement apartment, caring for my newly-arrived second baby, and filling my mind with negativity and anger via daily involvement with pessimistic politics on the Internet. Eventually, I found that I was rarely going to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
I was pretty excited to see this in the February issue of the Ensign magazine. Though I have never really felt ashamed of my mental health struggles, I know that many within the Church do experience shame about their own. So the more articles like this the better. Here are some of my thoughts about […]Continue Reading... Comments Off