You can sit in a room full of people you have prayed with for years and still feel like the only one who no longer knows what they’re doing.   Nothing is “wrong.” You still show up, you still know the words, you still know how to act like someone whose faith is intact. But somewhere behind your breastbone, there is a thin, private ache that was not there before. You notice yourself hesitating when others speak with certainty. You find your head nodding while something in your

For many people, Christmas arrives with a strange mixture of beauty and weight.   There may be moments of joy, warmth, or connection. And alongside them, there is often something heavier that lingers beneath the surface. Fatigue. Tenderness. Sadness. Irritability. A quiet sense of being emotionally full in a way that doesn’t feel celebratory.   When this happens, people often wonder what they’re doing wrong.   Why don’t I feel more grateful? Why am I anxious on Christmas Day?