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Print Friendlyby Laura Laura & Richard, 1981 In order to tell the next part of my story I have to go back a bit in time. It may not make sense to you at first but stay with me. It will. Back in the summer of 1980, I met a young Marine and fell in love. He was so handsome and strong and wonderful. He treated me like his princess and I adored him. We spent the summer riding around on his motorcycle, going to Disneyland and the beach. It was wonderful! But there was Full post …

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Print Friendlyby Laura About this time I was talking to some Christian friends of mine about going to counseling. I guess I thought that counseling wasn’t quite the failure that drugs were so I was willing to try it. Not to mention that I knew I needed to do something before I totally lost it. My friends told me about a counseling center near me that was run by the International Center for Biblical Counseling (ICBC). They were Christian-based, of course, and they had a ministry that included helping people who were being demonically oppressed Full post …

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Print Friendlyby Laura Dear Readers of NLQ, You may have noticed that it has been a while since I posted an installment of my chronological story. I was doing some “research” in order to get more writing done this morning. I dug out my old journal kept during the time of my clinical depression and subsequent treatment. When I read it, I was so enraged at the pain and abuse inflicted on me, I was too angry to write coherently. I stomped around the house swearing for a while. I was so dependent on my Full post …

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Print Friendly    Laura circa 1981 When I was a sophmore in High School, I was a cheerleader. Go Mustangs!! That year we went to Cheer Camp at UC Santa Barbara (UCSB). It was fun as you can imagine. During my senior year I started looking at colleges and UCSB was on the top of my list. I love the ocean and it was right there. I had some familiarity with the school having spent a week there at camp. I applied to some other schools when the time came and, of course, filled out Full post …

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Print Friendlyby Laura I thought about my mom. I thought about if my daughter was told she was clinically depressed, I would want her to tell me so I could love her up and help her. But I had been estranged from my mom for so long. She would call me about every 3 months just to make sure I was okay. The calls were always hard on both of us. If I was feeling especially pious, I would usually end up arguing with her and saying some negative thing to her. But most often Full post …

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Print Friendlyby Laura Well, my children made it back home. We had a wonderful and exhausting time. My two year old was like all two year olds…exercising his right to say, “NO!” The boys had a wonderful time with Richard (my hubby) at the Museum of Flight. The three of them went there without us girls and the boys were full of laughter and stories when they returned. It was so nice to see that they have realized that this man who genuinely loves their mother is not a horrid nasty person to be feared. Full post …