Cathartic Outlet
Thinking back to my childhood, I had a passion and love for writing. Then I hated it. Then I loved it again. These days, writing is an outlet, just knowing that I can put my feelings to words and transfer them from my brain (where a jumbled mess of 100 open tabs consistently overwhelm my thoughts) through my fingers and out into the data verse. I honestly don't care if no one else ever reads them. They're also a timeline that I can fondly revisit at my leisure. These days, there's also no shortage of overstimulation from 24/7 newsreels, unsolicited information overload from social media, and your run-of-the-mill doom and gloom from every corner of life. It's enough to quickly be overwhelmed and dampen your faith. But such is the work of Satan, and he's excellent at it. Is our country divided like the depths of the Red Sea that the Hebrews walked across? You betcha. Which is why it is SO important for me to frequently pour out my feelings on here, whether they get p...
