I’ve never experienced such thick darkness. Perched on the cliff, leaning against the rail, I can hear waves pounding below, but I can’t see them. It’s too dark. Part of me tugs – get back in the house! – but somehow, I feel drawn to soak in the chocolate night. Experience this, don’t run from it. And so, despite my discomfort, I reached for the handrail, grabbing hold.
Handrails provide direction in dark places. On that coastal cliff, I didn’t know that darkness was about to invade our home. Depression and addiction took hold. And I was catapulted into a journey of finding handrails in the dark. I’ve felt alone many times, but I know I am not alone; these issues affect millions of families. I share my journey because together, we can find the handrails we need to make it through and thrive.
Looking for a place to start? I’m sharing my experience and some tools that helped me navigate. I have found hope and help in dark places. A table even. Life can be hard. Come rest at the table. May my journey encourage you on yours. It is an open table, and you have a place. Welcome!
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