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C. M. Sangalis

Where the light goes.

On Monday I was ok. And I got a text that was ok. "I am searchingย inpatient centers for depression. Don't tell. I'm falling apart.ย It feels awful. All of it." These texts come and go in my life. I think I... Continue Reading →

Endings

I have never known an ending. Not truly. Who knows what the Lord can do? Pauses and breaks, yes. Most certainly. Maybe even what feels like a dropped story line of a relationship or two, or a lost dream. But... Continue Reading →

Identity whiplash.

It's like I grew up being encouraged to be anything I want. I spent years in schools always focused on the next level of achievement: being ready for high school English, college level course loads, post-graduate bosses, the next career... Continue Reading →

Is it a sign?

Is it a bad sign for our marriage that Ted and I argue about cover stealing during the day? Is it a bad sign for our marriage that this argument happens long after we've made our bed and long before... Continue Reading →

I don’t know who I married

I don't think I know who I married, even though we celebrated our fourth anniversary in August. We've been through some really dark times (PTSD) and some really great times (our son). But yesterday I spent three hours on the... Continue Reading →

My rings remained in their waiting place

I didn't wear my rings to dinner.  I forgot to put them back on. I admitted that it was my fault-not my husband's-that I didn't shower soon enough. So I turned off the water and put on perfume and rushed... Continue Reading →

Stranded in a sudden hail storm with my ex, my baby, and my husband.

Of course it happens this way. I've been wondering for years what it would be like to run into my ex. The one I dated on and off in college. The first solid Christian guy I ever liked. The only... Continue Reading →

Does Fun Cure Depression?

Two women friends of mine have recently (and separately) encouraged me to get out and to "have fun." To be fair, the second came when I was sharing about the first's suggestion. "Well, yeah. You should get out and have... Continue Reading →

I would die of butt cancer.

From the archives of my draft folder. A story of waiting to find out why I thought I was dying of pain. Turns out, my trauma invades my days and I'm not going to die of butt cancer anytime soon.... Continue Reading →

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