Sometimes I’ll remember that this site still exists and I’ll return to it only to discover sadness and questions.
Why did I stop writing?
Why did I leave the wonderful people I had cultivated genuine friendships with for 5 years?
Where are they now?
Are some of them even alive?
Have they overcome the darkness?
Who is this person that shares my name, but feels like a distant echo in my memories?
What more could I add if I began writing again?
And for the love of all that is good – I need to start writing again.
It’s been 5 years since my last post here. It’s been 10 years since Confessions became a thing. In all that time, our world has endured a pandemic, I’ve been married, and have been raising two children. I’ve experienced triumphs and earth-shattering brokenness. I’ve lost a home, a job, a community all within a two day time period. I still wrestle with depression, but have become adept at hiding it…
Something 22 year old me would be ashamed of
I have to confess that I have a lot on my chest. 10 years worth. Things left unsaid when I was posting regularly from 2015 to 2018. Things I thought I could never say. Things I thought I should write, but found every excuse to avoid writing them. Most importantly, though – I have a hope that has been matured and shaped by loss and grief. A hope that is more tangible than it was 10 years ago.
Who am I to keep those things to myself?
I want to go back to where it all began and plant a tree there. I want to return to transparency. I want to find community. I want to share hope. I want to share in healing. I want to confess again. I need to confess again. I can’t keep hiding.
Here’s my request…if you’re out there and you were a part of the early Confessions community, please say hi. I can’t describe how much it would mean to me to hear your story from the last 10 years.
If you’re new to the Confessions community, please say hi and share your story with me. We are open, transparent, and diligently pursuing long lasting hope in the midst of the hell raging in our hearts and minds. We need each other.
I’ll be back soon…got some stuff I need to get out. In the meantime, remember this:
You are loved.
You are valued.
Confessions 