How’s your self-care? Each time I have an initial consult with a self-care client, one of the questions I ask is, “What are you doing for your self-care right now?” Most of the time, when people come to me it’s because they either have no clue where to begin, or they think they’ve tried it […]
When I was twelve, I fell off my bike and broke my arm. And do you know the craziest thing? People who have met me later in life have no idea that it happened. Not my boss, not my children, not my co-workers. I don’t think even my wife knew about it until I wrote […]
Hey friends! For the next few days, I’m doing a HUGE giveaway of each of my books! Here’s the details: Thursday, win an autographed copy of From Pastor to a Psych Ward. Friday, win an autographed copy of The Writer’s Toolkit. Saturday, win an autographed copy of Self-Care for the Wounded Soul. Sunday, win an […]
The day I nearly died, the nurse cut off my clothes, while others transferred my body from the gurney to a bed. Even though I was almost dead, I was flooded with more shame than I can ever remember in a single moment. It’s literally just a flash of memory. The next second, I was out […]
Understanding your growth sweet spot is difficult. So I consulted three of my friends who have experienced a significant recovery and asked them about how they have discovered their personal growth sweet spot. The one thing that I learned is that understanding your personal sweet spot is just that: personal. No one else can tell […]
Shame can erode your confidence and self-worth, your desire to connect meaningfully with your friends and family. It will set up a destructive cycle of comparison, competition and unhealthy coping. Join me for these 4 common lies on The Good Men Project. Just click here. If you feel that shame is holding you back, let’s […]
Four years ago, I was a youth pastor, sign language interpreter, wedding photographer, radio host, husband, and father. In that order. My weeks were full of activity: long days and long nights were the norm. I worked in a school full-time, had after-school activities with the student I interpreted for, had a radio show Tuesday and Friday nights, church activities Wednesday night and all day Sunday, and my Saturdays were consumed with photoshoots or youth group activities, or both. People wondered how I could keep so many plates spinning, and in my religious fervor, I judged their lack of busyness. The only thing worse than a Democrat, in my humble opinion, was a lazy church person.
My wife begged for attention, my friends constantly complained that I was missing in action, and my anxiety was through the roof. But what could I possibly do about it, other than pop a little white pill and hope nobody found out. I had bought into the lie that it was my job to save the whole world. If not me, then who? Souls were at stake! Lives were hanging in the balance and who could possibly sleep when the blood of someone’s eternal damnation would be on my hands?