Several years ago, I was struggling with work and the demands of ministry (and an undiagnosed PTSD problem). One of the things that was common leading up to and during this time was escape fantasy. For example, I would be walking down the street and see a bus and think to myself, “If I could get hit just hard enough by that bus that I would be in hospital for a few months, that would be great.”
I didn’t want to die but my willingness to suffer this kind of incident for the chance of being fre...
Published on June 23, 2017 06:56