Caring people in 2018 spend a lot of time alternating between rage and total dissociation. Personally, there’s nothing I love more than watching my soul stand outside my broken little body while it reads Twitter.
It’s … unhealthy. And as much as I love shoveling buckets of milk sauce down my gullet or drowning my sorrows in mid-90s nostalgia, sometimes you’ve got to actually respond to the untreated pain in your heart.
To heal my soul trauma, I head to the Twitter account of the nation’s leading “Death Penalty Nun,” Sister Helen Prejean.