Marja Bergen

author, mental health advocate, follower of Christ

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A God-shaped void

  What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ. Philippians 3:8   The other night I had a most uncomfortable feeling, one I’ve frequently experienced in the […]

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That which is real (2019)

In the previous post I wrote, “If a picture expresses something real, something we go through occasionally, then it’s just as important to photograph as perfection. I believe in the candid, the authentic, truth. I want real.” If you’re familiar with both my writing and photography you’ll know how serious I am about this. When […]

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Last blooms

LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  261  (December 6, 2009) I love the look of frost on flowers – on any kind of vegetation actually. These are the last flowers in our garden. The last bit of colour, except for the hollyberries on the holly tree. Winter is really here. It’s cold and there’s talk of snow in […]

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Pretty solidly balanced

LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  260  (November 28, 2009) I’ve been doing ok over the past couple of days. In fact, yesterday was wonderful. Living Room turned out great, it left me feeling hugely blessed and at peace. I felt so good I didn’t feel like going to bed till late Just wanted to continue experiencing the […]

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Walking a tightrope

LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  259  (November 25, 2009) My moods continue to go up and down. And when I feel OK, it’s as though I’m walking a tightrope, trying to maintain my balance so I don’t fall one way or another. Amazing how many symptoms there are to watch out for. And each time one of […]

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Return to God, return to joy (2019)

(Names are fictitious) I rejoice that I have recovered so much wellness since I first started writing this story. I’ve expressed many hurts, shed them, and made room for joy again. Such a gift that is! I thank God for the amazing way he has worked. Writing can teach us things, and I have learned […]

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Bedrock under my feet

LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  258 (November 21, 2009) I’m getting along not too badly. Hard to stay active though. I prefer to sit and think. To meditate. Or would you call this ruminating? Yesterday I emailed a friend telling her how I see things piling up around me that need to be done. And it makes […]

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Can you understand such pain? (2019)

This story tells – and will continue telling – things that need to be heard. It tries to show the many ways in which stigma, emotional abuse, and rejection can affect a person with mental illness. You are reading about an example, a tragedy in the life of one individual. Within a brief period of […]

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Like an outcast (2019)

When I was excluded from the group I had needed so badly I felt like an outcast. Not long after, when I retired from Living Room, I was told I could no longer come back as a peer, I wrote in my journal: “Now I have no group at all. I’m an outsider.” Unwanted. Left […]

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Okay to show our pain?

LIVING ROOM MEMORIES  257  (November 14, 2009) A couple of days ago a friend sent me photographs comparing how good most of us have it with how bad things are for some people. There was a picture of a plump, well-fed baby next to a picture of a starving baby, all skin and bones. Another […]

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