oh my god: the same three words

I thought “Oh My God” was an indictment of God. Then I learned it was sung by Christians. I still sing along today, though I’m not sure I hear it the same.

Protecting Dad’s Feelings Cost Me My Own

I thought protecting Dad’s feelings was right. It wasn’t. It was quiet self-abandonment. If you tiptoe around someone’s feelings long enough, you lose your own.

Something’s Bothering Me

I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.