Month: December 2014

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Let Me Go

A year ago, I stood on a rooftop in Albania, looking up at the moon, cigarette in my hand and tears streaming down my face. The air was chilly as it usually was in the early evening, and the entirety of who I was simply ached. I needed something. I was missing something. What I had done for years was simply not doing it for me anymore. I could see everyone on my squad sitting in the distance, learning more about each other and creating bonds that I was jealous of because I couldn't be honest with them. I couldn't be honest about how much I was hurting, how much I was broken. 'Cause being a Christian was about being…