How Fearing God Takes The Fear Out Of Everything Else

Making the appointment felt like a death sentence. Admitting my shaky sensitivities to, of all people, a psychiatrist. An untrustworthy, over-confident, judgmental, intellectual. He was going to tell me how hopeless I was. Look at me like a weak old woman. Send me out limping on both hips. Feeling worse than when I went in. … Continue reading How Fearing God Takes The Fear Out Of Everything Else