Returning back to the potter

As as the worship team lead us, I closed my eyes to keep the tears from escaping my fortified walls. All I wanted was to not be around anyone. I wanted to eradicate all forms of relationships. I wanted to become invisible to everyone. I didn't want anyone to see that I had pieces of… Continue reading Returning back to the potter

Filter your thoughts

As a teenager I grew up with the belief that every thought I had was an exact representation of who I was. If I thought I was good at math, or singing, or being a friend, or baking, that's what I believed. However, if I had the thought that I was bad at math, singing,… Continue reading Filter your thoughts