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Dancing in the Rain – TWLOHA

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By Cody Clendenen
| twloha.com
I recently came across the quote: “Some people dance in the rain, and others just get wet.” It stuck with me. Not just because it sounds poetic, but because it felt painfully relevant to this current chapter of my life. Lately, I’ve been living through a season of storms. The kind of season where one thing hits right after another, where it feels like the ground doesn’t even have time to dry up before the next downpour begins. Grief. Dissapoiment. Uncertainty. Heartbreak. Exhaustion. I’ve felt it all.
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Just Me - TWLOHA

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By Cody Clendenen, Aabye-Gayle D. Francis-Favilla, Aaron Baccash, Aaron Moore
| twloha.com
Earlier this year, in a piece titled “Deconstructing Me: Healing From Religious Trauma,” I touched on the topic of identity and deconstruction. But more specifically, I asked: Who am I when parts of my identity no longer belong to me? Who am I when I stray from my religion? Who am I when I am no longer in contact with a friend who held my hand through every major life event? Who am I when I no longer have the job that had such a profound impact on my life?
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Deconstructing Me: Healing From Religious Trauma – TWLOHA

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By Aabye-Gayle D. Francis-Favilla, Aaron Baccash, Aaron Moore, Cody Clendenen
| twloha.com
Growing up, I was taught that everything in the universe, and the universe itself, existed because of God. I was taught to believe that everything I have and everything I am, was because of him. That didn’t leave a lot of space for me to explore the world or myself when that faith that I had held for my entire life was suddenly flipped on its head. For as long as I can remember, the church and the community that came with it were my safe haven.
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