Bridging the gap between Christianity, life, and mental health
Dear friend, I know I've been away for a while but I had good reason: I was helping my family care for my grandmother who was suffering from dementia. A Bittersweet, Ironic Departure Grandma passed on Valentine's Day which is both ironic and apropos, as she loved her family, church, and community deeply and exemplified... Continue Reading →
I took the last line of a poem by Langston Hughes (“and death a note unsaid” from his “Note in Music” poem) and wrote the opposite of that one line. The rest just…flowed out. Life was many whispers saidin the palms of everyonewho lived and loved you,both out loud and in secret. And those whisperswere... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting in my apartment, alone, as rain throws itself hard against my windowpane and I can’t stop crying. Independence comes with a price. I scour Facebook newsfeeds and absentmindedly notice how everyone looks so happy, or sad, nothing in between. The silence is getting to me. I pick up my Kindle and start to... Continue Reading →
Memory is unreliable when recounting old wounds, but I do know that the beginning of the end started with an email to my former professor in which I expressed: "I don't think I believe in the God of Christianity anymore," and ended with a Facebook post about deconversion, and an awkward, hard conversation at the... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 