We are living in a twisted irony, my friends. On one hand, pop culture is praising humans blindly, and on the other, human nature is looking its bleakest.”Read More Humanity’s Looking Ugly–So Why Do I Keep Hearing That We’re All So Beautiful?
On behalf of my suffering bros and sisses, I’m giving GAD a nickname: thorny anxiety. It stems not from a lack of trust in God or an immature faith, but from a thorn like the one Paul describes in his letter to the Corinthian church. Like Paul’s thorn, Generalized Anxiety Disorder has redemptive value that furthers God’s beautiful kingdom here on Earth.Read More Blessed are the clinically anxious.
I’m not entirely free–not these days. I struggle with the restratints of perfectionism–at a clinical level (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).Read More Summertime Shoulding
Life feels suspiciously bipolar.Read More The Existence of Sunshine and Genocide
My “book” is a hot mess right now. It’s so hard to see how all the pieces of the puzzle go together. I won’t get into details. I still have a lot of content to write. I’m at a standstill, and in an expression of surrender, I’m just going to share a part (since the […]Read More A piece of what I need to step away from.
I used to think I could change the world with machine-like force.
Turns out I’m weak. Really weak.
I feel like a tired helium balloon. I’m just drifting aimlessly, hovering a foot above some dirty sidewalk, being pushed along by the counterfeit breeze of cars whizzing by.Read More I feel like a tired helium balloon…
Isn’t it pompous to assume people would sacrifice their time to get in *my* head?
Also–some encouraging words to the contrary for us creators.
At the onset of my disorder, I mistook my anxiety for sin, which only exacerbated my pain and confusion…Read More Prelude to an anxious Christian
Words are not enough–not right now, they aren’t. Because when faced with the most intense and complex Truths, words crack beneath the weight of reality.Read More Stuff That’s Hard to Say