I was desperate.
And then I spent a whole weekend in bed, and the crying wouldn\'t.
I couldn\'t turn off the dark thoughts, no matter how hard I tried or how much I prayed. . . .
I was desperate.
As Wren seeks healing in this beautifully written novel, readers are invited to move beyond pat answers and shallow theology into an experience of hope and presence that illuminates even the darkness.
Fans of Sharon Brown\'s bestselling Sensible Shoes Series will be delighted to discover some old friends along the way.
But a complicated relationship from her past also threatens to undo her progress.
She finds solace in art, spiritual formation, and pastoral care along with traditional therapeutic interventions.
Her lifelong struggles with anxiety and depression are starting to overcome her.
Wren Crawford is a social worker who finds herself overwhelmed with the troubles of the world.
I felt like I was going under, like I\'d never feel hopeful again, and then that just made my anxiety worse and it all spiraled from there.
I\'ve had bouts with depression before--it\'s kind of a cloud I\'ve learned to live with--but this time was different.
And then I spent a whole weekend in bed, and the crying wouldn\'t stop, and I got really scared.
I couldn\'t turn off the dark thoughts, no matter how hard I tried or how much I prayed. . . .
I was desperate.
As Wren seeks healing in this beautifully written novel, readers are invited to move beyond pat answers and shallow theology into an experience of hope and presence that illuminates even the darkness.
Fans of Sharon Brown\'s bestselling Sensible Shoes Series will be delighted to discover some old friends along the way.
But a complicated relationship from her past also threatens to undo her progress.
She finds solace in art, spiritual formation, and pastoral care along with traditional therapeutic interventions.
Her lifelong struggles with anxiety and depression are starting to overcome her.
Wren Crawford is a social worker who finds herself overwhelmed with the troubles of the world.
I felt like I was going under, like I\'d never feel hopeful again, and then that just made my anxiety worse and it all spiraled from there.
I\'ve had bouts with depression before--it\'s kind of a cloud I\'ve learned to live with--but this time was different.
And then I spent a whole weekend in bed, and the crying wouldn\'t stop, and I got really scared.
I couldn\'t turn off the dark thoughts, no matter how hard I tried or how much I prayed. . . .
I was desperate
