Aldous Huxley once wrote that life is like a never-ending sentence of solitary confinement. Human beings, after all, are trapped. Trapped in our bodies, trapped in our minds, trapped behind words that don’t effectively express what we’re thinking or feeling. “No one,” Huxley wrote, “can ever really communicate anything to anyone.” Everything is wrong, and I can’t let anyone know. I’m trapped, and I’m scared, and I want to die.
It all started when I stopped believing in God.
I was raised in the church, came up through it, with a supportive family and good friends. I was never popular, but I was involved. I’ve read the […]