That this “God thing” is all a lie. And I have to admit that sometimes, on those days where nothing is going right and my whole life is a mess, I think so too.
And then I remember the person I was before He found me, the person I struggle everyday not to become again, and I don’t think anything has ever been more real.
If that makes me crazy, so be it. Because, at the end of the day, it also makes me happy.