How do I even begin this?
I’ve wanted to start writing again for so long, for over a year now. The last time I was writing on a regular basis, sharing my thoughts with the internet, putting every vulnerable moment out there, I was 22 years old. Now, I’ll be 27 in a mere 22 days.
Gosh, 22 seems like a century ago… I was a completely different person; optimistic, healthy, goofy. Then at 23 I became another person, a person I’m ashamed of, embarrassed to talk about. Don’t worry, I’m working on it – because I need to share that person with you. Soon, I promise. Once 24 came around, though, it was a rough couple of years… not in the way 23 was (Lord please let me never have a year like 23 ever again) but rough as in I had to let down my walls, cry a lot, and figure out who this person I was truly wanted to be.
Then there was 26, and honestly… 26 has been pretty dang great. Dare I say incredible. I mean, I married the love of my life. How could 26 possibly be bad? It’s definitely has had it’s moments, though. The year 26 has still been about healing, about learning, about trusting, about growing. But most of the time, it’s been about love, ridiculous laughter, adventure, and joy – true, unconditional joy.
And that brings us to 27 – well, 27 in 22 days. There’s a lot I want to say, a lot I want to do, a lot I want to explore, all of which I’m terrified to do. But I know this is what the Lord wants me to do, and if I’ve learned anything it’s that if it seems scary but you know He’s leading you somewhere good, you kind of just suck it up and do it.
So, here we go:
Hi there! My name is Karen Oden. I live in Austin, Texas with my incredible husband Cameron. Like any good Austinite, I love tacos. I also love having pink hair. More than anything, I love Jesus and know that He desperately loves you too. I work in ministry, and I’m chasing after a calling God has put on my life to become a pastor of sorts.
My name is Karen, I am a Christian, and I am bipolar.
I hope you’ll join me on this journey. Honestly, I have no idea where this will go. Who knows if I’ll ever write on this again. But this needs to be out there, maybe not for anyone else but maybe just for me. So if you’d like, stick around as I venture through this walk with Jesus as a bipolar woman. If anything, it’s something you can mention in passing with your mom.