When I left religion, I lost the reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Aish had the only reason, and I left it behind. No longer was I doing God's work. No longer was I saving the Jewish people, keeping the world afloat with every word of...
I was back in Aish Hatorah.
I guess like positivity childhood memories that resurfaced after I'd dealt with parental trauma, my subconscious felt I was ready to find some good beneath the wreckage.
The building was even bigger and more magnificent - and more rambly. I wandered through towering mazes...
Shame is a bitch.
A motherfucking cuntbusting bitch.
Of all negative emotions, it’s the one that hits me the hardest, because it challenges my very existence.
To stare in the face of your shame is to stare into the gut clenching void that says “you suck too much to be here at...
Psychedelics have played a key part in my growth and healing past traumas.
When I have spoken about them in the past, more people have asked me about my experiences, and I finally sat down to complied a rough overview of my own journey. Along the way, I tried...
It’s hard to be compassionate when you’re afraid. And charedim are afraid of everything. Of God, of change, of novelty. Growing up, a healthy dose of compassion would have gone a long way, but there was none to be found. Yiras Shomayim, fear of God, is what it was...
Even More Freidom
Consider Death
Everybody should —in their lifetime consider death, To wonder what it will be like to go to...
How to Write a Frum Novel
This was a post I wrote in my teens, while I was still very much religious. As...
It’s Time to Pray
There’s a little booklet you can get, and it tells you when you can worship God. He’s...
Aish Hatorah, Saviors of Souls
If one man can kill six million Jews, then one man can save six million Jews.
That mantra,...
