Writing is a full-contact sport for me. It’s a painful exercise. Digging deep into the mines of my pain, sorrow, past trauma, and, most dangerous of all, hope. Telling a story is a physical process for me. I’m sure there are authors who wake up, drink coffee, and then take a seat at an oak desk with an antique Underwood typewriter.
This is so beautifully written. Gave me the shivers and wishes. I,for one, am grateful you “wasting your youth on religion.” I did too, and for the first time, because of you being you, I’m getting more comfortable with that part of my life.. and with the soul of who I am today. So ummm, Thank you.
I wonder if you’ve ever thought about or have had a pod cast? I think talking with people about your essays with live guests/authors in a call in format could be extraordinary experience for both you and your audience. It might even help with inspiration you are writing about, perspective and lead to more writing. You could have the calls screened too. Anyway, that was my wishing part and also, thank you for being so brave, that’s what gave me the shivers.
This reminds me a lot of the discussions we share on the FB Cult Survivors Network and a few similar pages. I'd venture to say that most people have their spirits choked of them by something or someone at some point in life. It's who you were before that and what you choose to become after that which truly defines you, I believe. Some people choose to stay the corpse, a spiritless body full of reasons to stay otherwise empty. The rest of the choices are relatively endless. Anyway, we like your choices, so yay!
What a rabbit hole of delightful thought and perpetual terror! And I mean that with sincerest love! When one is a being of the space between, it’s hard not to get caught in those frozen moments, where time passes like a black and white film before your eyes, teasing you with lust and playful banter, only to remind you those moments are gone before they’ve begun.
This is so beautifully written. Gave me the shivers and wishes. I,for one, am grateful you “wasting your youth on religion.” I did too, and for the first time, because of you being you, I’m getting more comfortable with that part of my life.. and with the soul of who I am today. So ummm, Thank you.
I wonder if you’ve ever thought about or have had a pod cast? I think talking with people about your essays with live guests/authors in a call in format could be extraordinary experience for both you and your audience. It might even help with inspiration you are writing about, perspective and lead to more writing. You could have the calls screened too. Anyway, that was my wishing part and also, thank you for being so brave, that’s what gave me the shivers.
This reminds me a lot of the discussions we share on the FB Cult Survivors Network and a few similar pages. I'd venture to say that most people have their spirits choked of them by something or someone at some point in life. It's who you were before that and what you choose to become after that which truly defines you, I believe. Some people choose to stay the corpse, a spiritless body full of reasons to stay otherwise empty. The rest of the choices are relatively endless. Anyway, we like your choices, so yay!
What a rabbit hole of delightful thought and perpetual terror! And I mean that with sincerest love! When one is a being of the space between, it’s hard not to get caught in those frozen moments, where time passes like a black and white film before your eyes, teasing you with lust and playful banter, only to remind you those moments are gone before they’ve begun.
Moving, so much.