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I've been thinking a lot about faith, God, religion, and Christianity in the past year or two. As a middle and high-school student, my faith grew and blossomed. I went to church (and loved it) every week, I participated in the weekly youth small group, I prayed multiple times a day, and I attempted to read my Bible consistently, daily. Then... something happened. Something changed. I'm still not sure what, but I began to look at life and faith and God differently. Now if you're reading this and feeling sorry for me because you view this as "backsliding" or "veering off of the right path," don't. Let me explain. I had truly begun to question some of the teachings of the church, the way the Bible is often interpreted, and my own personal views and beliefs when it comes to faith or religion. In May of 2019, I left my church that I'd been a part of for almost 9 years. I'd been feeling a tug to go, to move on, for a while. I p...

Shit. Is. Crazy. I realize that I haven't written here in a while, and for that I apologize, mostly to myself. Writing is something that I really enjoy, but I've been so busy with school, then, well, you know... Honestly I think we have ALL heard enough about the Coronavirus Pandemic by now, wouldn't you agree? I personally have been out of work and taking classes online since mid-March. I am grateful that my family and I are taken care of and healthy. I am grateful, as I started a new medication recently, and this is a good time for my body to adjust to it. I am grateful that I've gotten to work out way more. It makes me feel strong as hell, and slightly more sane. I am grateful that my friends are well. Despite all of the absolute insanity, uncertainty, and anxiety, I am grateful. (Side note: I also really want a hug, like, so badly. Shout out to my fellow "physical touch is my love language" people.) Being home I've also gotten to organize an...