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
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.
How can I “give it to God” if I don’t know what “it” is?Read More When Anxiety Isn’t Worry
It turns out that offering hard-earned thoughts to the world requires more than simply time and skill…Read More Why Writers Don’t Write
Can a rational, educated person believe in God (or subscribe to religion) while maintaining their intellectual integrity?Read More “Use your mind to use your soul”