If you know the truth it makes you odd to everyone. I've never fit in and I never will. Grace and grief changes you, it's painful, but finding Christ is when you see others suffer, trying to love everyone while not understanding any of them.
I'm sick, it's a place, sickness is a place and you can't go with me, do not follow me. Some of the blogs are like happiness in dreams, others are bleak and masking something that is unbearably unhappy, empty and overwhelmed with bereavement, broken bricks on the sidewalks, white and green grow my orchids.