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Pastor Bryan Lowe
I truly love Jesus, who saved me from destruction. I am His, completely and totally. I have deep issues, but these only enhance His love for me.
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The Most Recent Posts
- The Story of Kyrie Eleison and My Mental Breakdown
- Sinners Get Priority
- Discipleship is Intimacy
- Understanding Your Pastor
- Following the Lamb
- Color Outside the Lines
- Keeping God on Track
- Wait for the Finals
- Panic Attacks Understood
- I Want Home
- Catching Light
- Being Lured Back to the Dark Side
- My Pretend Jesus
- When Joy Brings You Strength
- On Life Support
- Grace That Teaches
- Numbers Don’t Lie: Mental Illness in America
- The Curious Case of Being Job
- Pushing Back the Darkness
- Worship is All that Really Matters
- When Dreams Become Real
- When It is Far Too Dark
- Bipolar Disorder– Understanding the Basics
- Turning Joy Into Strength
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- Deb's Blog
- Linda Kruschke's Blog
- I am a Vessel of God
- A million reasons why
- SOulBLINDministry
- This Day With God
- minima maxima sunt
- I am a work in progress...still
- Food For the Spiritual Soul's Blog
- life of a female bible warrior
- ♥ The Tale Of My Heart ♥
- Haft-Baked Ideas
- Cate Morris' Weblog

Tag Archives: Psychiatric hospital
Even The Oblivious Can Still Find His Mercy
I have learned over the last few years of having definite “blind-spots” that have shaped my mental illness. These are things that I can never grasp, and my attempts at grasping on to it are like holding on to mercury. It simply can … Continue reading
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Tagged bipolar, depression, mental disorder, mental health, mental illness, personal comments, Psychiatric hospital, understanding, wisdom
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Mental Hospital Blues
I must tell the truth. I have been in a hospital for my mental illness. Actually seven times. And each time was bitter, but I learned something. They would take me of shoelaces, and belts, and fingernail clippers. Basically, I was stripped of … Continue reading →