“I hate people”
I whisper,
as I again
reach out
for
connection,
a desperate
paradox.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
“I hate people”
I whisper,
as I again
reach out
for
connection,
a desperate
paradox.
Shame
is a burden
so heavy,
you cannot
move forward
while you carry it;
it’s hard enough
to walk
when you’re
confident
in your steps —
how can we
expect to
move at all
while we look
backward?
(How do you overcome times of shame?)