A hospital stay after a heart scare sparks reflections on clergy burnout, chaplaincy, and the quiet toll on the mental health of caring for others in moments of crisis.
When broken blinds triggered memories of homelessness, a writer discovers how PTSD transforms simple problems into profound vulnerability — and finds healing through visibility.
The value of my homeless experience lies not so much in having learned how to live outside — at least not in the geographical sense. The value of my homeless experience lies in having learned how to live outside the box.
I completely understood why people didn’t want to have me over, because I probably wouldn’t want me over either. But at the same time, I asked them, where is compassion? Who has a heart? Can’t somebody bend for a little while? When is anybody going to realize that I’m not going to be able to solve any of my “boundary issues” or exacerbations of ADHD or Bipolar Disorder if I don’t find that somebody loves me enough to make a simple sacrifice — and, yet, nobody will.