From ages 19 to 23, I was married to a drug addict. Add in the year of dating before the whirlwind wedding, and I spent 5 years of my life with this man. This feels extremely weird to write because I have pretty much blocked out that part of my life, and most of the time it feels like I wasted a big part of my early 20's. However, it taught me a LOT, and gave me my best friend (his sister), so it was definitely not all a loss.
Why I don’t Think the Devil Exists
Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking about God and spirituality in general, trying to really pinpoint what I truly believe. This musing on the higher positive power naturally lends itself to contemplation of the darker forces that so often seem to be at work in today's world, and I am starting to lean... Continue Reading →