I am a futility. The life of prayer begins with that. And God is not a comfort, to be offered like Kleenex. God is a poisoned sea, with broken syring….

We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of these two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives….

One thing is certain, whatever choices we make: we will not miss out on some critical purgation by seeking treatment for depression or any other form….