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I wish you all good things.
February 13, 2025
Jeff,
Sorry to send this from a stealth email address, but I wanted to make sure you got it.
I can’t believe I’ve survived seven years beyond the absolute worst day of my entire life. And probably the absolute worst day of your entire life as well. It’s been touch and go, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be free from wanting to just leave this world. It’s a very painful place and I have suffered greatly.
I’m stable right now. I’m living in an apartment in Portland. I have had some relationships and some dalliances in the last seven years but nothing has panned out. I’ve come to embrace my singleness. It just seems so complicated to think about joining my life with another person. And I’ve gotten by this far on my own. From the looks of things, from looking at my friends, it sure seems like I dodged a bullet, never having gotten married. And it’s definitely ideal that I never had children, having been as sick as I have been. That was a blessing.
I’m in seminary. Can you believe that? I’m in fucking seminary. I love it. School was always my favorite thing, and the opportunity to be in school and study the history of Christianity has been lifesaving. I’m most interested in the intersection between religion and politics, particularly white Christian nationalism. Of course. I probably…
