Nine Kinds of Madness and the Hole in the Middle of it All

In the middle of everything, there’s this deep, dark, depressing hole. It’s a chasm, really, and when you fall in, sometimes there’s no climbing out. When we call it anything at all, we often call it death, brokenness, or despair. I like to call it the abyss, or, more familiarly, the hole or the pit.Continue reading “Nine Kinds of Madness and the Hole in the Middle of it All”