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January 09, 2008



your brutal honesty is inspiring. your memoir would be a best-seller.


The issue of mental health, more than any other, I think, demonstrates the utter madness of trying to paint any moral picture in black and white.

Dallas Tim

Aren't we all on the brink of a mental crisis? As I read you Greg, I picture your mom with two boys, finding out her "Christian" husband is sharing his supposed devotion to her with some other "Whore" (I'm sure those would have been her sentiments at the time). Everything comes crashing down. The religion that's supposed to make everything better has "allowed" this mess and your whole foundation just collapses. Please don't read this as my judgemental accusation towards your family Greg, but I'm just trying to place myself in your mom's shoes for a moment before acting as if I'm some better person. Who know what any of us would do if thrust into that chaos. It's bad enough to have the one person who is supposed to be your "soul-mate" share affection with a secret lover, but then to also have to admit that the church and the God it serves to have let it all happen just had to be the icing on the proverbial cake.

All that to say that I have more respect for you than ever before. I had no idea you endured that and what's sadder still is that there are still more kids than we can count who are still in that environment (and worse) and many of them will never escape the cycle.

I know you're not looking for sympathy but it was really difficult to read your post. I have three kids and to imagine them (or anyone) having to go through that just tears me up.

As I read your comments they sounded much like the Psalmist who just wants some answers (but isn't currently receiving any). I've known you long enough to know that you know all the standard Christian answers to your questions and I don't think that even if they were true, that it makes much difference during the ordeal. I also think that when it comes to truth, God often uses those who are closest to us to say it. I hope you have close friends who can speak the truth in a way that makes you feel encouraged. I hope you can be that for your wife as well. It sounds like you two have lots in common and maybe your being together was not so coincedental.

I'll be praying for you and your wife. You can tell her that I've been reading her blog, but wasn't sure what to say about the death so I just kept quiet. Anyway...


I'm not sure how I found your blog, but I'm intrigued. I couldn't find a statement on your blog "about" the blog, but I'm brain fried from my 7 year old's birthday party earlier today with 21 of his closest friends. Anyway, I have been at funerals like that, where the whole purpose seems to be to scare people into "repenting". It makes me sick. And I suffer from serious depression. And even though I'm an active member of a church, I'm basically a maltheist (God is evil and unethical). We need to talk.


I suspect you're right about Oregon, at least the parts west of the Cascades that get all the clouds and rain. Some of my family there complains about the weather being depressing.

Having a close friend or relative go mad is a really shitty situation. A lot of times it puts you in a situation where you feel like your choice is between continuing to care and burning out on life and everything, or disconnecting--completely or partially--in order to keep going, thereby ending the person you are. I hate that; it's worse than thinking you're about to die.

Amanda F.

i'm loving the horton hires a ho.


Friends help. Love you, Greg.

Jack Heald

Yeah. All that.

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