6 A.M. A nurse disturbs my nightmares, and temporarily prevents me from my ritual of staring at the wall upon sweating myself awake, to take my vitals. She wants to make sure I’m still alive, even though, by virtue of this place, I am considered one of the walking dead. 7 A.M. I try to... Continue Reading →
Come Boldly to the Throne of Grace, Even if You Panic
No one can seek God for another. She who seeks God must come boldly to the throne of grace—even with trepidation and panic attacks—and she must come alone.
On Returning from a Brief (and Unplanned) Hiatus: Why Acknowledging Anger is Hard but Necessary for Protecting Your Peace
I've been away for a while, mainly due to writer's block--not having the words to write what I felt--and something more: not having experiences worth writing about, or assuming I have naught to make art from as I go through my sedentary routine of work, eat, read, and sleep. But that's not necessarily true that... Continue Reading →
The Silent Nights
No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
Musings of a Wanderer 