Over at Deeper Story today, writing about that classic Jesus Bridge Illustration and the ways we oversimplify things. Join me?
Here’s the first bit:
The first time I went to a therapist, I was shattered at the rock-bottom of my life.
It has been a year of Depression and anger. A year of drinking too much too fast. In a thousand small ways and a few really big ways, I’d been hurt by the churches where I sought refuge. And so, in many ways, it was the loneliest year.
I went to the therapist after the almost Thing with the man who was not my husband. I went with a certain kind of desperation. I was at the edge, and I knew I had to reach out and grab something, so I grabbed the first name on the In-Network list and called.