I'm embarrassed. A little angry. I think I even mouthed a breathy "No!" when I saw my friend post this. 

Without a greater purpose to adventure, we just become aimless drifters. And drift wood — while beautiful — is constantly breaking down. It's decaying.

Have you ever heard someone explain religion as simply a "crutch"? Guess what, they're right. Let me explain.

This little girl has done something to me. Something I never expected. And I love it. 

When I decided to tell the world about my anxiety and OCD diagnosis I figured it would get a few “likes.” Maybe a few, “Hang in theres.” But I didn’t expect what happened.

I have a secret that I’ve kept from a lot of people. I’ve told close friends and family. But I still have a fear about coworkers, bosses, and others knowing.