"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"One pink line. He reached over to catch me thinking I would fall apart. But I didn't. My heart just sank to the bottom of the floor...I fell to the ground and let out the floodgate of tears I was holding back."
"I am a depressed Christian. I don’t mean that in the identity sense, like vegans, Crossfitters, and people who don’t own a television. I mean I’m a Christian who has dealt with depression and anxiety in various forms for many years."
"In this immediate defeat we’ve fallen for the tricks of Satan. Y’all, his playbook is always the same, and I’m not sure why we fall so easily for his game every time."
"We live in world of drive-thru, take-out, and fast-food. Fast, fast, fast. We stand up to eat more than we sit. We multitask, eat and run, eat on the fly. We do not come to the table. It simply takes too much time."
