Over the past several weeks, I have struggled through sleep. Whether I am at my parents’ home, in a bed similar to my own or if I am sitting on the childhood bed of my uncle; a bed I have spent months of my life sleeping in. I rarely struggle to fall asleep, but, lately, … More I am the one thing in life I can control
The roller coaster of emotions regarding my faith has been an adventure, to say the least. My mother and I have had a few conversations, and have maintained a quiet peace over the past few weeks. I head back to Mississippi on August 1st, and I’ll be going to Jackson to see my parents a … More My Mother’s Revival During My Exit From Faith
If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you’re likely well-aware of the guilt I mention every time I do anything contrary. My whole life, guilt has been my water and I’ve never quite learned how to escape it.
Today, a family friend commented on my Facebook status that they had found my blog. They said the loved me and included a smiley face. Out of fear, I immediately deleted the comment. I know people will find my blog. Rationally and reasonable, I know this is inevitable, but seeing the confirmation that someone had … More Being a Non-Believer Where Non-Believers Are the Enemy
For the past month, I’ve dealt with homesickness by not dealing with it. I’d wake up each morning, make my breakfast, go about my day. There’s a kind of peace in pretending you’re fine. When asked if I miss home, my answer became: “Oh, I’m not thinking about it too much.”
We’ve been on a roller-coaster of emotion, haven’t we? This has been hard, no doubt about it. I’ve seen you go from devastated to angry to accepting and all the way back round. I don’t think you know how to cope with this.
I think every angsty young person wants to be a writer or a musician because we think we have something profound to share with the world. We each likely have a parent or a cooler, hipper adult figure in our lives telling us we’re so talented and we’ve gotten something special. They use words and … More Will Write for Talent
The first few weeks after the semester ends are always the hardest for me. After a semester of studying and working, there is something distinctly unsatisfying about sitting around in my pajamas all day eating cereal and playing video games.
