Jesus and Lexapro

[Trigger warning: Content includes mention of depression and suicide.] I am 34 years old. I’ve had depression and anxiety since I was 12. I attempted suicide twice. A psychiatrist later confirmed I had C-PTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) from events in my childhood and later, in my years spent serving in missions overseas. After the […]

Only One Stranger

My family lived in a Tokyo suburb for my early years of elementary school. I attended an American school and we lived in a modern, pale concrete-colored bottom floor house while our landlords, a young Japanese couple, lived above us. Just a short walk around the corner was my favorite donut shop, Mister Donut, and […]

Our Indigenous Sisters are Sacred

There are women and girls missing in our world and I am not ok with it. I am not ok with women’s voices missing from conversations. I am not ok with women’s bodies missing from tables. I am not ok with indigenous women going missing and being murdered. We are sisters. This is our world. […]

You Are Not Alone in Mental Illness

I was bullied, from Grade 6 through to the middle of Grade 11. There was a group of guys who made it their mission to make my life hell. They told me I was ugly and stupid and that no one liked me, and no one would ever love me. They said it every single […]

A Cup of Coffee and a Piece of Hope

By Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros | Twitter: @CisnerosCafe I watched the homeless boy come in to our church cafe, his hoodie too big for his small frame, his shoes worn, his curly hair piled under a baseball cap. I served him a cup of coffee; he added sugar, canela, and took a swig. He pulled off his baseball cap, […]