When God Feels Silent and Loneliness is Loud
Can I be honest? These last 22 months have been really hard. I’ve shared bits and pieces here and there about the struggles I’ve faced since moving away from San Diego, but I think it’s time to give more context—and maybe make some sense of it all. I have this tendency to keep things bottled up or to only share a fraction of what I’m really going through with the people closest to me; I never want to feel like I’m dumping all my mess on someone. But I’ve reached a point where holding it in is no longer helping me. If I don’t let it out, it’s going to keep devouring me from the inside—messing with my mental and emotional health in ways I can’t afford to ignore anymore. As I’ve shared in previous posts, I’ve been in a season of “restructuring” my faith—really trying to figure out what I believe, what I’m looking for in a church community, and what red flags to watch for when stepping into a new space. But more than anything, I’ve been trying to understand ...