The Crooked Things Straight
Getting lost within yourself is an unsettling feeling. What matters is counting on faith that things will happen, and people will get through. That there will be spirit enough to conquer the bad within and without, to cut through chaotic sound and fury, and lead in good ways. What’s maybe most disheartening is when those around you give up on you. Then it’s about really counting on the one who created you, trying to know, to grasp at not being alone in the struggle. Words for me have always been my sanity point—writing itself as a way to make sense of the chaos and reach toward God. When I write, I find a way to draw out of me the many mixed emotions and ideas I have, all tangled together. It’s extreme mess, this tangle, and all that I love and is important to me is in this mess, so I must, feel compelled, to disentangle. To look at the mess and see it for what it is. It’s unsettling to see this mess, and feel helpless as to what to do with it. I feel...