Western Sun: Mental Health, Luck, Survival, or Divine Intervention?
I was the third most musically gifted person in my household growing up. Without question, my sister was the first. I got my love of music from my dad. My dad was always playing guitar and making up songs. My sister on the other hand was a true artist and tormented like one too. As things go with siblings sometimes, neither one of us were willing to acknowledge the other's musical talent most of the time. As you've probably noticed from what I write, I don't tend to talk very specifically about the living. That's on purpose. Their stories aren't mine to tell. And, we probably see the journey a little bit differently. The interesting thing about growth and change is that sometimes it's you who can't recognize how you've changed and sometimes it's others who can't recognize how you've changed. Growing up as an Evangelical Christian was a really interesting experience. One I don't really recommend, but it's not my intention ...