Yesterday I stumbled unto a post I had written in 2014 when I was in Law School. I didn’t have enough boldness as I currently have now so I wrote the diary like it wasn’t me… in the third person. But it was me alright; me in all my brokenness. I used to go on top of the roof in Law School then, plug in Hillsongs and speak to God/cry, wondering what was wrong with me and why I just…
