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Living in Faith and Fighting Dementors
You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep. Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your...
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AUTHENTIC UNREST
A tired, third-culture-kid's journey
Welcome to authentic unrest, a home for some unique stories. authentic unrest has added such value to my life and I love having the opportunity to share my struggles with my mental health, my experience as a Missionary Kid, my growth and thoughts with other TCK readers. Read on, enjoy, be kind and be brave.
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Grief Unheard
Grief unheard Grief unspoken Grief unseen Grief well hidden Grief turned to action Grief buried deep Grief unknown, unbidden Grief unable...
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On choosing life and learning to rejoice
Last week Taylor Swift announced her second surprise album of 2020, evermore. Her first album of the year, folklore, was released in the...
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When the Illness is Inside
I used to run a lot. An excessive amount. I used to be what those sweaty, Nike-wearing, time-checking early morning people call ‘a...
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Let Us Mourn.
"Grief is not the absence of hope – it is the recognition of loss. Grief is not isolation from God, it is recognition of this broken world."
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On Their Home, Not Mine
“So, where is home? Where do you call home?” “Where do I call home? Hm. Interesting question… my parents own a flat in Scotland.” Often,...
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On Depression and Coffee
Friend, I heard you. In the depths of my grief. Your voice reached the furrows of my curled heart. I heard you In the coils of my foggy...
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Grief Misplaced
I thought I could find you again I thought if I ran fast enough I would break back into time I would land, panting, twisting in a sweat...
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On Cancelled Trains and Unanswered Prayers
“Our need to be in control, to orchestrate the perfect scenario for every journey of our lives, breeds anxiety in our hearts.” – Emily...
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On Being Broken
We’re all broken. We’ve all been broken. You. Me. Him. Her. All of us. We’ve all been crushed, pressed. At some point, we’ve all turned...
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On Love and Loneliness
On Love and Loneliness I am a nurse. Often this means my days are long, busy, and exhausting. I am on my feet running from room to room...
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On Brave Melancholy
melancholy what the sun does warm, is only external – the surface of rocks upon which i slither – a falling forwards, a call hither...
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On Being a Woman – Tender and Fierce
Before I dive deep into the quirks of being a woman I must first assure you all of something. Though I wish I did not have to preface...
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On the 4th
I stepped out in July, For a run, a short one mind. As I made the first step I was quick to realize This was the 4th, and memories flied....
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On Going Home
Earlier this week a friend asked me when I was going to take Jeremiah to see my home. They were speaking of Scotland, naturally. They...
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On Purpose
The end is coming. The time for the books to close, the caps to don, the tassels to flip. On the brink of University graduation, I sit in...
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On Being Marked
Mid January. Cold, grey, boring. Is there a better time to do something impulsive? Surely not. A quick text conversation and everything...
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