I was losing my mind. Plain and simple, I was in a bone-chilling panic. I just KNEW that something awful was happening.
I pulled up to the small, discreet church that sits right off of an interstate, took a breath and walked into my sanctuary; not the chapel – I have no idea where that is, to be completely honest – but the gym. Continue reading
I decided to create a blog in December… of 2017.
December 2017 is also when I decided to start a nonprofit charity.
December 2017 is also when I decided I should try to get into a relationship.
December 2017 is when I decided to keep a daily journal.
December 2017 is when I was on top of the world.
Until I wasn’t.
I walked up to her with my head up and a smile on my face. When I got to her, I held out my hand, shook hers, told her it was nice to meet her, and moved on.
Simple enough, right? Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. See, that was just a quick five-second snippet of the interaction between the 60-ish year-old woman who I was being introduced to at church and myself. What I didn’t share were the terrifying two hours prior to the handshake and the torturous hours afterwards. Continue reading
I was driving to work, in the rain, when my anxiety decided to rear its monstrous head.
Nothing especially stressful happened at anytime throughout the day. It was a typical, boring, lonely day. I drove from home to seminary, from seminary to school, and from school to home. So what made the trip from home to work so different? Why did I suddenly become more self-conscious than I could bear? If you could tell me, you would deserve a doctorate in every existing degree.