Diary Entry of a Panic Attack

Suddenly I was slipping. It was on the freeway. Fear was a spider crawling up my spine, and on it's back was Despair. I turned up the radio full blast. Pop, Christian Pop. Anything to regain my footing. But I was skidding. That thing was coming close to my neck. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm… Continue reading Diary Entry of a Panic Attack

Do I have to go out, Father? Tell me.

What damage am I doing when I say "no" to meeting people? If I were normal and didn't have a philosophical meltdown every time I made a decision, I would just say "no, don't feel like it", and that would be that. But rather, I am a sensitive and on-edge moral philosopher of a Christian… Continue reading Do I have to go out, Father? Tell me.