Born of Spirit,forever indebted and adopted.So why am I here once againin this place of danger, isolation,hurt, and self-disappointment?Your Spirit reigns within,a child of Yours I am,so I shouldn't be unrenewed orconformed in my thinking, right? "You are mine," I hear you softly whisper.I smile. I am yours, but I also need help. They tell... Continue Reading →
When Grief Demands Its Audience (A “Dear Danny” Letter)
Dear Danny, I found your obituary online tonight. It filled in some holes for me but not everything. The most important thing I found though was your death date—your actual one; not the date that Ash or Chris told me that you died—(It was sometime in November according to them and my memory but now... Continue Reading →
2 Reasons Why Writing Under a Pen Name is a Good Thing
First things first: Dylan Whittler isn't my real name. For those who have been following this blog for longer than a year, this revelation probably does not shock you. What you do not know, however, is why I chose to write under a pseudonym (translation: pen name). ~ It's not as if I hadn't considered... Continue Reading →
I Begged God for Death… (An Honest Conversation About Suicide)
I did not want to write this, but it needed to be said. This is hard for me. Please give me grace. An Honest and Vulnerable PrayerGod, please, if You are, at all, merciful like they say You are, like I know You to be, please kill me. Please. I will never ask for anything... Continue Reading →
Don’t Drink the Fabuloso: For Suicidal Christians Too Afraid (or Too Condemned) to Ask for Help
Yes, you read the title right. Do not freak out. For my charismatic believers, do not get the holy oil and start speaking in tongues and/or casting out demons that may not actually be there. Just let me explain. A Brief Synopsis of My Mental State I am not okay. (Again, do not freak out.)... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 