Sometimes, when I begin to at where I’ve come from, I see the slope that I’ve ‘fallen’ down and I’m like:
But then, sometimes, I’m like:
I like what Rachel says:
But, truth be told, I was faking it. I was pretending that things that didn’t made sense made sense, that things that didn’t feel right felt right. To others, I appeared confident and in control, but faith felt as far away as friend who has grown distant and cold.