tangled

I wrote almost 2 months ago in a post called sad vaguely about entering "a season of existential/religious/spiritual searching," and that when I was ready to I would continue those thoughts. I'm kind of ready, but only ready enough to expand just a tiny bit further--but not much, so don't get your hopes up for… Continue reading tangled

confession

Shout, shout at the Moon Shout all you want to She won't grace you with a whisper She doesn't wander, she isn't like you Though there are nights I look up at the sky And I witness a sort of reply In her ancient, glassy eyes They suggest a bigger, brighter, warmer light Well, that… Continue reading confession

sad

I'm not sure I'm feeling a little sadness or am experiencing the first signs of a depressive wonky period of life (mostly my wonky brain is anxious or disorganized). I've had two major depression episodes in my life, one in high school and one in college, each starting about 4 years apart. I'm a year… Continue reading sad

getting there pt 2

Enough time has passed that anyone who had read part one of this had probably forgotten I wrote a part one to begin with. You can catch up here if you don’t mind typos I’m still too lazy to go back and change (honestly, if you do mind typos, this site is not the one… Continue reading getting there pt 2

getting there pt 1

I think I'm writing this for two groups of people. The first group is only compromised of myself. I think I need to be reminded of how I've changed, how far I've come. The other group is those people I'll never get a chance to sit down and share life stories with, either because we'll… Continue reading getting there pt 1

one day i looked down and there were holes in my pocket of belief

The Spirit said to write down my questions and these come out: How do I know the Bible is reliable? What about the Gospels? How is it fair that people get sent to Hell for being cursed by something Adam and Eve did? Am I going to be isolated from everyone and everything not Christian… Continue reading one day i looked down and there were holes in my pocket of belief