Mess to Blessed

Just wanted to share some beautiful inspiration for this lovely Tuesday. I love traditional churches. These are images I've found on Google of some of the prettiest. I do not own these images. If you own any of these and object to me sharing, please let me know and I will promptly remove. Note that I receive no money for any posts/advertising on this blog. Thank you.      Elena11 / shutterstock.com cpaulfell / shutterstock.com Nick Photoworld / shutterstock.com

I'll confess - I'm an avid gamer. I have been since I received my first gaming console Sega Genesis, complete with that wonderful blue hedgehog game. I was hooked. I've played Diablo, World of Warcraft, Guild Wars 2, Outlast, Amnesia: Dark Descent, Dead by Daylight. But I especially loved the horror genre. So when my sister asked me to play a game called Mortuary Assistant, I was intrigued. But I wanted to look it up before I spent any money. I'm glad I did. Not only did it deal with death (duh), but there were elements of the occult in there too. And demons. Now - hear me out for a minute. Remember my last post where I said I dabbled in witchcraft and satanism? I wasn't kidding. And I truly believe that "dabbling" did more than dabble - it opened the window for me to be influenced by unseen darkness. How do I know? Constant nightmares, anxiety, sweating, fear, repeated disturbing imagery, thoughts of suicide. My mind became DARK ya'll. Dark with capit

It doesn't really matter who I am. All that matters is my journey. And my journey is the same as many others. Long story long introduction: I was really depressed for over 10 years. I tried religions and spirituality on like I was changing socks. Wicca, Buddhism, Satanism (eesh) are just a few of the ones that I tried. NONE OF THEM HELPED. So, being a psychology graduate myself, I tried therapy. Two psychiatrists and two therapists later, I felt better but it only lasted for a brief time after therapy ended. I would forget all of the 'tools' they taught me and be back in the same sinking boat. On a whim, my friend invited me to church. I only went with her because she had social anxiety and wanted someone to go with her (and it was close by). Plus there was a promise of food after. As soon as we pulled up, greeters were outside with signs saying 'JESUS LOVES YOU'. Blech, I rolled my eyes.  As soon as we walked in, there was a huge sign saying 'WELCOME HOME'.