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Author Archives: Sarah Byam
Creativity and Mental Illness
Mental illness and creativity often go hand in hand. Some say the figure is as high as 70 percent. So the question that has been asked, by artists and non artists alike – does one have to be a little bit mad to create art? And, without that spice of madness, would the artist be driven to create anything at all? Is it possible that art is only the by product of a tortured soul trying to resolve herself? Continue reading
Hope
So I got down on my knees, and then my legs cramped, and so I got down on all fours like a Muslim prays and I begged for help. I prayed as I have never prayed before, completely opening up my broken heart and sobbing, asking the Lord to take a load that which I could no longer carry. Never in my life have I done this. Always I have prayed for strength.
And this morning I was well. Continue reading
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Tagged depression, essay, faith, religion, Sarah-Byam, Tuppenceworth.ie
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Life is Precious
Life is precious. Life is precarious. There is a pair of purple martins nesting in the garage at the bottom of our apartment. They are safe there from wind, rain, cats, raccoons, possums, birds of prey, snakes, and small children. … Continue reading
Amazing Grace
Have you ever felt a moment of grace?
A man, a slave trader all his life, in the middle of a terrible storm at sea, wakes up and realizes how wretched his actions have been. There is a deep sense of overwhelming sorrow and pain. Then a pinhole of light opens on a new possibility.
One could change. Continue reading
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