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 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
You are still commensurate to our capacity for wonderRead More You Are Still.