The Grey Matters was the landing spot for the creative and contemplative works that bounce around the confines of my head, as well as the inspirations that put them there. With the re-release of Viva, we decided to merge the blogs. Click here for more behind the meaning behind TGM.
I begin this post by admitting, without agenda, that I am a broken man. I’ve been this way for a while, years or decades even. It’s affected every single part of my life: my marriage, my faith, my friendships, my son. People say it’s healing to admit you’re weak. I’ve never thought of it that way. Bringing up weakness in front of others hasn’t had much healing power in my experience. People tend to want to fix your weakness, or ignore it, both of which make me feel unheard and most of all unhealed. Others, those with the best of intentions, point me toward faith and hope, another weakness of mine. Unfortunately, despite their pure intentions, it often serves to further exacerbate my frustrations, because I’m just circling around to a new, equally suffocating weakness.