One faith.
Two ways to feel it.

More than music

The part that has become the bigger half

This started as a music project. The writing has become the bigger half of it.

I went through a season of anxiety and burnout I did not see coming. No trigger, no reason I could point to — just a racing heart and a need to get out of whatever room I was in. Then it started feeding itself: what if it never goes away, will I sleep tonight, why is my heart rate high. What I wanted to read in that season was something that did not rush past the hard part. Most of what I found rushed past it.

So that is what this is. Ninety-six pages on anxiety, fear, grief, doubt, money and the questions people ask quietly — written by someone who has not got it sorted, and checked against what the passages actually say rather than what they tend to get used for.

And the music, in short: Christian trap-metal and industrial rap-rock, made with AI production tools. I have written plainly about what that involves rather than leaving it unsaid — including why the project exists at all.

I want it honest enough that my own kids could use it.