June 22, 2021
By Rev. Emily Shipman
Concordia Lutheran Church
The first time I was honest with a doctor about depression was when my almost-5-year-old was just 6 weeks. It was not an intentional choice I made, to start opening up and seeking treatment. It was more a fluke of my personality, and the support of a truth-speaking partner.
Sometimes I withdraw, and go deep inside myself and ruminate. Other times: I babble. My mom gives this the ‘delightful’ name, “diarrhea of the mouth.” I talk. I process things aloud. I sing-narrate my actions as I go ab...
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