“But What If You’re Raped?”

I have no idea why I’m roped into the topic of abortion as often as I am. But I’ll tell you what I tell everyone else: Politically, I don’t think I can ever tell someone else what is best for their baby, their body, or their future. It is not my place to support a black-and-white law that affects thousands of people I don’t know and whose stories I don’t have business knowing. Personally, however, I’m not sure I can ever see myself in a situation where an abortion is the solution. A lot of people accept this response and say they understand it. Every now and again, though, I get someone who’s pro-choice and they hear the last part and jump in with “but what if you’re raped??”

First of all, I already said that I’m pro-choice and your hypothetical involving the worst possible scenario are not welcome or helpful. Using such a tragedy that happens to thousands of people every year should not help your case in any way, and I kind of hate pro-choicers who take this route. But you know what? Fine. Let’s answer your question. Continue reading


On Faith: What I *Really* Trust

Today I was talking to someone about the struggles I’m having with getting enough pre-orders to publish my first novel. The woman was kind and genuinely wanted to reassure me, but I was a little put-off by her response: “Pray and have faith!” This is the 4th time someone has told me something along these lines. I think I offended her when I replied
“Thanks, but it won’t be God that makes this happen. It’ll be people.”
She excused herself shortly thereafter, but it got me thinking. And reminded me of this post. I’ve grown a lot since originally writing this over a year ago, but in the wake of everything that has happened in our world since then, I’m glad I dug it up to read again. Hopefully you all get something worthwhile out of it, too.

The Fight Continues

This is short update on the various posts about mental health and treatment  that I’ve been putting up over the last couple of weeks.

First, I want to say that my medication is working well, and life is… good. I haven’t had any suicidal thoughts in almost a week, and I feel certain again that I can face any challenge that comes my way. I smile more, and things don’t seem as overwhelming. I’m back to looking forward to challenges and overcoming difficulties. I’m writing again. And I remember what it is to feel unbreakable. There are some cracks in the armor, still, but I at least feel like they’re repairable. Every day is a little bit better. And, more importantly, I’m still trying to make it better for other people that suffer from depression in my community. For the first time in a long time I feel like I can do something about it. I don’t feel weak and insignificant anymore. I don’t feel like I’m unworthy of change. Continue reading