by Emily Wierenga | Dec 18, 2013 | depression, fear, grace, imperfect prose, Kimberlee Conway Ireton, postpartum
Today’s post is by my friend, Kimberlee Conway Ireton… and she’s giving away her new memoir, too! Please welcome her.via reckless youth on instagramThe darkest week of the year. The darkest week of my life. Looking at me, you’d never have thought it... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 6, 2013 | christmas, depression, disordered eating, faith, feast, holidays, mental illness, prayer, social anxiety
(Guest Post by Anna Elmira, a dear friend of mine who’s battled the same eating issues I have, on how holidays can be hard for those with mental illnesses. Please welcome her?) “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.” Psalm 119: 105. I sit... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 5, 2013 | church, community, depression, divorce, fellowship, isolation, pain, women
I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family, and am delighted to welcome friend and fellow blogger Stacy Edwards here today, to talk about women and why we crave community. By Stacy EdwardsI’m not a woman who makes friends... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 8, 2013 | book giveaway, depression, Desperate, faith, mentorship, motherhood, Sally Clarkson, Sarah Mae, tiredness
Friends, I am away this week, camping the Icefields Parkway with my family with no access to the Internet. I am honored to have my friend Sarah Mae here today, a woman who has written a book that every mother needs. Read on, to find out how you can win one... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 15, 2013 | Alise Wright, church, depression, God, hobbies, identity, lies, life, love, music, passion, piano, self-worth, The Love Dare, titles, truth, value
I spent two years not touching a piano. And when playing music is where you feel the most like yourself, two years is a long time to go without feeling completely you.I was told that everything I was doing was wrong in the area where I was the most passionate and the... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 12, 2013 | brokenness, calvary, church, depression, duane scott, eating disorders, future, hell, human, Jesus, love, past
We’re in the Taco Bell driveway, just two famished college boys getting something to eat, when I mention it. My past, that is. And he stops diving deep in his backpack for scrunched dollar bills; stops and just stares at me with somber eyes, like he has witnessed...