Witt's End

I don't know if I make a difference. I just know I've faced some trials. Trials I felt alone and isolated to experience. I just want to find a way to share that experience. To let people know that they are not alone.  I've struggled with faith. With doubt. Spirituality, my relationship with my Savior, with scripture. It's not always been smooth. It's something I don't always think has the tough discussions. Those tough conversations that need to be had. I may not always have the answers, but I want to ask tough questions, I want to have rough conversations, and I want to be honest and open about both my faith and my doubts. I've talked, written, felt like screaming about mental health. Especially the stigmas that involve it. I don't think people feel they can be as open or as raw about their mental or behavioral struggles as much as they could or even should be. Especially men and boys. I hope that in time we can change that. I've addressed some poli

Changing any psychiatric medication is a crazy experience. It's your brain literally dealing with changes in it's chemistry. That's not someone I say lightly. The chemical balance, amount, and distribution of neurotransmitters are part of what make you yourselves. To not have the proper scale or to rapidly change their amount or function hits you hard. For that reason I understand the caution and reticence that accompanies the idea of using these meds. But for some of us we need them. Sometimes the right meds make the difference. A severe, immediately apparent, difference.  I just began a regimen of medication for my ADHD. It truly feels like waking up. I don't know how else to describe it. I feel like I've been in a fog of my own thoughts for way too long. Now there's a clarity. That's the thing that's hard to talk about. Yes, I've gotten help, yes I've gotten therapy. It's made a difference. But I needed more help. First it was medication f

 I have to start this off by saying that I need some hope. I need some faith right now. Sometimes we all do.  I came across this picture recently. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It's just a depiction of Christ pulling Peter from the water. Pulling his apostle back up to safety as the waves pulsed and rocked around them. Looking at the scene I was struck by a simple phrase. And it's now one I can't get out of my head. "Peter walked on water." I can't stop thinking about that single point. I've seen multiple depictions of the story, read the scriptures, looked at the art. Almost always it's focused on the point where Peter fails. It focuses on the fall. That's important thing to remember. But it loses it's poignancy if we forget to focus on what preceded that very moment. Peter asked to join his Savior. The Savior invited him. And he walked on water. The conditions were better, the eye was focused. That made all the difference. Because the incre