C.L. WELLS

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Hey, all! Happy New Year! We made it to 2016 and we owe it to ourselves to do the best we can with it. I love starting this year with the eleventh entry of the Self-Harm Blog Series. I’m honored to be a part of helping those who’ve struggled with this problem tell their story. With hopes of helping others who can relate to the pain of self-harm addiction, let us do our part in spreading the ‘word.’ The word is hope. The word is healing. The word is possibilities. The word is Love. God’s love. Your love. My love. Let us begin. Today is my interview with Kirsty. She is a young woman I met on Twitter who has been free of self-harm for a year! Woo-hoo! Welcome, Kirsty, and congratulations on your success! K: Thank you. When did you first self-harm? K: Honestly, I can’t put my finger … click here to read the full article.

Let me tell you all something… You don’t want to miss this! Welcome! I’m excited to share my interview with Valerie Andrews with you! Valerie visited my author page one day and commented on one of my posts. She’d stated she remembered an individual from her stay at the Topeka Rescue Mission here in my hometown. For those of you who haven’t read my book, this shelter, which we refer to as TRM, has a huge presence in my book’s storyline. I was immediately interested in Valerie’s story and when she said she’d allow me to interview her, I knew it would be a fantastic story. Almost immediately, I realized her story goes so much deeper than I’d ever expected. But I’ll let you read it for yourself. So, without further ado, here it is. Valerie, thanks again to saying yes. I appreciate your willingness to talk with me about … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Michael Lynes There is a Reaper…Creation Almost four years ago now I first sat down in front of my computer in my office, driven to somehow find a way to honor the memory and life of my son Christopher Aaron. I thought I would write a few words, something to try and capture some of the memories, some of his spirit, before they became too far removed from memory and distorted by time. I sat there, really just lost, and unable to find a way to begin. Touching back into those memories was like opening a long shut door, reentering a place of fear and failure and pain that I was not sure I would be able to handle. I typed a few words and discarded them. And then I typed a few more, with the same result. I realized that, in order to tell this story I would have to face my fear, and my failure. … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Connie Stephany   Normal (Adjective): usual or standard What does that word really mean? I think everyone’s definition is likely quite different. For me, normal was growing up having my shoulder come out of socket in a swim meet and then being able to only swim with one arm. I was sick constantly, missing school and picking up every single illness possible. Later in my life, normal meant taking longer than “usual” to recover from c-sections and having no explanation why. It was having constant body aches and headaches. It was having me cry or scream when someone touched me the wrong way. How do you explain to your 3-year-old that it hurts to have them sit on your lap? I suffered in silence. I thought everyone dealt with those things. Right? Wrong. It wasn’t until a couple years ago when I found out that what was happening to me was anything but normal. … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Melissa Miles From the first moment I saw a baby in the Neonatal ICU, I knew that I wanted to be a nurse. Taking care of children who were fragile and needed special care was a calling for me. Though challenging at times, I spent five years working in neonatal and pediatric intensive care before taking some time off to have children. Nothing in my career taking care of other people’s children prepared me for the day that we learned our four-year old little boy was on the Autism spectrum. He was attending a special preschool at the time for children with developmental delays. We had made the assumption that his delays were all physical ones–motor skill delays. He teacher recognized the symptoms of autism and suggested with see a psychologist. Now I found myself in a completely new and terrifying role. I was no longer … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Alex McGilvery Over the years I’ve dealt with being fired, poor, homeless, not to mention some time as a single parent after my wife’s accident left her unable to parent for the better part of a year. There have been some real highlights too, the resurrection of our marriage, the continuing joy of being a parent and now a grandparent. Through all that and more I have been an author and reviewer. None of it stopped me from writing though some caused more turmoil for my characters. The first thing to slow the flow of words is the literal pain in the neck, which I carry around as a daily challenge. Think of a mild migraine headache which started some five years ago and hasn’t let up since. If I listed all the things I’ve tried in that time I would double the word count for … click here to read the full article.

A Guest Post by Katy Huth Jones In 2004 I was insanely busy, getting a “buzz” from all the activity: I made a small but regular income from book sales and magazine articles, taught private flute and sectionals at the local high school and middle schools, and taught classes to other homeschoolers, along with my fourteen-year-old son: band, science, creative writing, and Shakespeare. I also helped my husband with our son’s Boy Scout troop. Being around teenagers all the time stimulated my creativity in exciting ways, and I didn’t think life could get any better. Then I developed a bad sinus infection that required antibiotics, but once the infection was gone, the lymph nodes in my neck remained enlarged, and I had extreme tiredness and night sweats. I did some research and realized I had every symptom of lymphoma (except the one I wouldn’t have minded having—weight loss). I went … click here to read the full article.

It’s about 5:30 in the morning and I’ve been up for a couple of hours. You know how your mind starts turning in the wee hours when you can’t sleep. No matter how badly you want to, your brain won’t shut off? Yeah, that’s me right now. I started to think about how we interact with each other. Broad topic… I know. But depending on who you ask, there are a lot of different personalities out there. Sometimes we excel at learning how to jive (so to speak) with one another at a basic level. Especially when you meet another person you mesh well with. You know… things click, fall right into place. You might feel like you’ve known them for years when it’s only been a few days. I had that experience recently. It’s fun. But when things are complicated, it can be a disaster! It’s more work when there’s … click here to read the full article.

Welcome, everyone. I’m so glad you’re here. If this is the first blog you’ve seen from the self-harm series, please go to the archives and take a look at the previous interviews after you read this one. If you’re currently self-harming, my hope is that you find someone’s story that you can relate to and see your own possibility for recovery in them. When I first decided to write this series, I thought I would have a hard time finding willing interviewees, but that wasn’t so. I found Patti, Caren, and Sami who told their stories for the sole purpose of letting others know that hope and healing is within arm’s reach. Now I want you to meet Kate, a young lady who resides in the UK. She is still on her journey to recovery and I’m so grateful she was willing to talk with me. CL: Welcome, Kate! I … click here to read the full article.

~ by Bob Marley or Bob Dylan? Not sure. A meme with this quote was in my newsfeed on Facebook the other day. It made me stop scrolling, I thought about it for a minute. It was nice… but also poignant. It made me wonder what I may have missed so far. I scrolled on. Today, when I finally pulled myself out of bed, I decided I’d better run a few errands and get some things for the house. Then I’d return home to get my day going. Last night was the fourth of July so I slept in later than usual, which was lovely. My holiday was spent at my cousin’s house who lives out in the country. I had fun with my peeps and then got some much-needed rest. The first store I stopped at was Dollar Tree. While I was waiting in line behind a mom and her … click here to read the full article.

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