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C. M. Sangalis

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The lonely night. 

I don't know why I'm still awake. I only napped for half an hour and that was, now, 12 hours ago. My body doesn't transition well between sleep and awake. I'm notorious for not being a morning person. The things... Continue Reading →

Where the light goes.

On Monday I was ok. And I got a text that was ok. "I am searching inpatient centers for depression. Don't tell. I'm falling apart. It feels awful. All of it." These texts come and go in my life. I think I... Continue Reading →

Hot Dogs in Bed

It's a hotdog in bed kind of a day. Yesterday was a phone call session with my therapist, because the baby was finally sleeping and the rain was too much for the pair of us to go out in. She... Continue Reading →

sup.

Sup. *head nod* I'm dating myself; early 2000's middle schooler here. Is anyone else shameless enough to admit that they used this word fifteen years ago? Urban Dictionary (wow 2003) defined sup as "A term that cool people use because... Continue Reading →

On Suffering

I'm learning a lot about "suffering with." I'm learning about incarnational, emotionally mature ministry by having a son who crawled early. His body is older than his mind, it would seem, but his mind drives him to go, go, go... Continue Reading →

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