This is where I put my thoughts, emotions, and introspective rhetoric. Conversations welcome!
I am a boy that often asks why.
Why do people withdraw when I reach my hand out to ask for help?
Why do I feel chastised when I share my brokenness with others?
I grew up surrounded by Christian missionary kids in Taiwan. The school that educated me through high school was founded on Christian beliefs.
So, when I matured and recognized I was gay, I started experiencing a lot of pain.
I get carried away frequently. It’s either that I take something too seriously or I become so infatuated with something that my mind fixates on it.
I’ve struggled with the concept of temperance… this phenomenon of having just enough passion to do the…