Episode 1: My Story

Julie tells her heartfelt story of how the connection and compassion of others saved her life.

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  1. Julie, what an amazing story as you offer hope to the challenges of life as you show how you, and those who love you so much, dealt with recent very stressful challenges to dealing with past challenges as the traumatic effect on you as a child and your family of your father’s Bipolar mental illness. You have become a light to others by following proper medical and counseling advice and by really striving to follow the principles of hope and life as taught by Jesus Christ. Thus one can find one’s true good self and in the process see the goodness in others and reach out to them in real ‘seeing’ caring love. Thank you so much!

  2. Julie, thank you so much for telling your story! I may not have gone through the same experiences in life that you have, but I also have ptsd and major anxiety and panic attacks because of things that I’ve gone through, and I’ve never felt like anyone understood what I was going through. As I listened to this I didn’t feel so weird, that I’m not the only person in the world who is really struggling with this. I’m sorry for what you’ve gone through, but I’m so glad I’m not alone!

  3. Julie,
    This is absolutely beautiful! I loved hearing your story with all of the pieces connected. Thank you for being so brave. Thank you for being committed to this work! You are a beautiful soul. I am so grateful to know you, to be your running buddy, and to talk with you weekly. Although our experiences are different, I have felt some of those very same things suffering with anxiety/ppd. It’s hard! But it’s so much easier to battle together.

  4. Wow julie I never knew how similar our stories are. I had to cry listening because there where parts like crying on the bathroom floor begging God to heal you and the touching the robe thing. I cry because that is me right now, but instead of my bathroom I go into my tiny walk in closet of my apartment and cry and plead with God to fix my broken brain to just see me and help me at this point in anyway he can help I dont care how just to help.

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