I’ve been coping better in unfamiliar places. J. has, without purpose, made this happen. I never feel unsafe with him.

Soooo my bones are starting to stick out. Or break free.

I cannot go to world today.

Jesus is not some abstract idea or person who died 2,000 years ago. He is alive. He said, “I will never leave you.”

“Please, Jesus, take away my suffering.” Just try it.

Along the way I eat a rotten apple. Soon my body feels like an overstuffed bag of dirt.