a. The BBC: One woman’s battle with anorexia before her wedding day. It’s really moving. I don’t talk enough about anorexia on this blog. That’s going to change.
b. Post-covid, depression and anxiety are exploding in young people. A lack of social support and disruption of routines are huge components. That’s why we need to get control of this pandemic, and everyone should do his or her part in this war. Christians should be known for our love, our self-sacrifice, and if that means taking a vaccine we don’t think we need for our neighbor, then well, that’s the loving thing to do. (I probably just lost some readers with that).
c. Ryan Reynolds talks about his anxiety: “There’s a lot of insomnia, there’s a lot of sleepless nights where you’re laying awake over-analyzing everything.”
d. For many Asians, talking about mental health is dangerous. Here’s a brave story, along with an explanation of why Asian cultures tend to be reluctant to address the illness.
e. Kit Harrington (aka Jon Snow) talks about his battle with alcoholism and depression: “You get to a place where you feel like you are a bad person, you feel like you are a shameful person. And you feel that there’s no way out, that’s just who you are.”
f. NY Times: Living with OCD in a Pandemic.
g. How to help someone living with schizophrenia.
h. All 17 Sonic Youth albums ranked, from worst to best. (Wait, how did that get in here).
And… finally, one of my favorite (not a Sonic Youth song. Obviously).
The late hymnist George Matheson:
Oh love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in thee
I give thee back the life I owe
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be
Oh light that followest all my way
I yield my flickering torch to thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be
Oh joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be
Oh cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from thee
I lay in dust’s life’s glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be
