In the past year-plus, I’ve been exposed to new forms of evil I hadn’t thought possible.
The events I’ve experienced have forced me to acknowledge some things and make changes. One of those things is removing my old posts.
As long as I’m still alive, I plan to deliver more truths in the coming weeks that unpack the reality I face, but that’s all I have for now.
I’m still as transparent as before, but I now require others to be brave enough to directly contact me if they want to hear my situation. You’re free to do that, even if I don’t know you.
What I’ve Learned
I’m now picking myself up from the hardship and trauma that have come from a plethora of circumstances. I can barely recognize who I am now with all the new layers of perception I’ve…
In the past year-plus, I’ve been exposed to new forms of evil I hadn’t thought possible.
The events I’ve experienced have forced me to acknowledge some things and make changes. One of those things is removing my old posts.
As long as I’m still alive, I plan to deliver more truths in the coming weeks that unpack the reality I face, but that’s all I have for now.
I’m still as transparent as before, but I now require others to be brave enough to directly contact me if they want to hear my situation. You’re free to do that, even if I don’t know you.
What I’ve Learned
I’m now picking myself up from the hardship and trauma that have come from a plethora of circumstances. I can barely recognize who I am now with all the new layers of perception I’ve been enlightened to.
If i had to articulate one strange discrepancy in all this: this world is far more gracious toward those who can market themselves as victims than those who own their mistakes. It’s simply a matter of raw numbers, since most people would rather be self-described victims than self-own their mistakes, and misery loves company.
But, I’ve emerged from the other side of the journey with my sanity (mostly) intact. Against all odds, God has had me broken only in the places I needed to be, with the redeemable parts remaining undamaged.
What I’m Doing Now
I have now not seen my wife Tori, son Victor (age 8), and daughter Mia (age 5) for a year and two months. Her choices have made the situation vastly complicated, and the best interests of our family rest in me doing nothing about her estrangement of me.
I am waiting for my wife to re-emerge with our children. Her bravery to do so will prove she’s worthy of reconciliation. Until then, she bears the joint shame with me of a failed relationship.
The wrecking ball of my past is now complete, and there is nothing significant left of my public past except echoes of the internet’s all-seeing eyes.
I am presently restoring and building about two dozen essays across my four main sites, and, God-willing, will have that done soon.