I'm so dangerous You don't even know I'm in the fast lane I'm a gay daughter of a liberated hoe
I didn't realize how important those rituals, of remembering Jesus together with other believers, were. I didn't realize how much I was in survival mode. Mostly, I just didn't realize.
Recently, though I thought it was relatively conquered, my anxiety has been rather high. As per usual, I have been giving myself a terrible time about it. Thoughts of self-condemnation and ceaseless internal berating only fuel the embers of fear and depression. Last night, I was awaken with shock like symptoms: cool clammy skin, dizziness,... Continue Reading →