Moneypenny
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When a system hurts you and insists it’s doing so out of love, distrust isn’t cynicism.
It’s self-preservation.
That realization changes how you read the word “faith.”
It’s self-preservation.
That realization changes how you read the word “faith.”
January 24, 2026 at 2:30 AM
When a system hurts you and insists it’s doing so out of love, distrust isn’t cynicism.
It’s self-preservation.
That realization changes how you read the word “faith.”
It’s self-preservation.
That realization changes how you read the word “faith.”
Distrust isn’t rebellion.
Sometimes it’s memory.
Sometimes it’s pattern recognition.
Today’s post is for the people who wanted to trust—and learned why they couldn’t.
Sometimes it’s memory.
Sometimes it’s pattern recognition.
Today’s post is for the people who wanted to trust—and learned why they couldn’t.
January 21, 2026 at 6:15 PM
Distrust isn’t rebellion.
Sometimes it’s memory.
Sometimes it’s pattern recognition.
Today’s post is for the people who wanted to trust—and learned why they couldn’t.
Sometimes it’s memory.
Sometimes it’s pattern recognition.
Today’s post is for the people who wanted to trust—and learned why they couldn’t.
The church talks a lot about healing queer people.
It rarely asks whether the thing being treated was ever broken to begin with.
Today’s piece is about that gap.
It rarely asks whether the thing being treated was ever broken to begin with.
Today’s piece is about that gap.
January 19, 2026 at 2:30 PM
The church talks a lot about healing queer people.
It rarely asks whether the thing being treated was ever broken to begin with.
Today’s piece is about that gap.
It rarely asks whether the thing being treated was ever broken to begin with.
Today’s piece is about that gap.
Sometimes what we call “healing” is just compliance with pain that never should’ve been spiritualized in the first place.
I’ve been sitting with that distinction a lot lately.
I’ve been sitting with that distinction a lot lately.
January 19, 2026 at 1:30 AM
Sometimes what we call “healing” is just compliance with pain that never should’ve been spiritualized in the first place.
I’ve been sitting with that distinction a lot lately.
I’ve been sitting with that distinction a lot lately.
Not everyone enforcing the rules believes in them.
Some are just afraid of what happens if they stop.
Some are just afraid of what happens if they stop.
January 17, 2026 at 2:30 AM
Not everyone enforcing the rules believes in them.
Some are just afraid of what happens if they stop.
Some are just afraid of what happens if they stop.
What finally gave you permission to trust yourself — or are you still waiting for it?
January 14, 2026 at 6:15 PM
What finally gave you permission to trust yourself — or are you still waiting for it?
There are moments I wish I had spoken sooner.
I understand now why I didn’t — and I still grieve the cost of that silence.
I understand now why I didn’t — and I still grieve the cost of that silence.
January 12, 2026 at 2:30 PM
There are moments I wish I had spoken sooner.
I understand now why I didn’t — and I still grieve the cost of that silence.
I understand now why I didn’t — and I still grieve the cost of that silence.
Much of my writing lives at the intersection of leadership, identity, and the quiet costs of “being good.”
If that’s your terrain too, you’re not alone here.
If that’s your terrain too, you’re not alone here.
January 12, 2026 at 1:30 AM
Much of my writing lives at the intersection of leadership, identity, and the quiet costs of “being good.”
If that’s your terrain too, you’re not alone here.
If that’s your terrain too, you’re not alone here.
There’s a difference between being trusted and being tolerated.
I stayed tolerated longer than I should have because it felt safer than asking for more.
I stayed tolerated longer than I should have because it felt safer than asking for more.
January 10, 2026 at 2:30 AM
There’s a difference between being trusted and being tolerated.
I stayed tolerated longer than I should have because it felt safer than asking for more.
I stayed tolerated longer than I should have because it felt safer than asking for more.
Is there a phrase you grew up with that shaped your choices more than you realized at the time?
January 7, 2026 at 6:15 PM
Is there a phrase you grew up with that shaped your choices more than you realized at the time?
I was taught that doing the “right thing” would eventually make everything feel right.
Turns out sometimes the discomfort is the signal that something isn’t right.
Turns out sometimes the discomfort is the signal that something isn’t right.
January 5, 2026 at 2:30 PM
I was taught that doing the “right thing” would eventually make everything feel right.
Turns out sometimes the discomfort is the signal that something isn’t right.
Turns out sometimes the discomfort is the signal that something isn’t right.
I keep circling this idea:
clarity is often framed as cruelty by systems that benefit from ambiguity.
Still working it through.
clarity is often framed as cruelty by systems that benefit from ambiguity.
Still working it through.
January 5, 2026 at 1:30 AM
I keep circling this idea:
clarity is often framed as cruelty by systems that benefit from ambiguity.
Still working it through.
clarity is often framed as cruelty by systems that benefit from ambiguity.
Still working it through.
Institutions rarely ask people to lie outright.
They reward selective honesty.
Say the parts that don’t disrupt the system.
Silence the rest.
They reward selective honesty.
Say the parts that don’t disrupt the system.
Silence the rest.
January 3, 2026 at 2:30 AM
Institutions rarely ask people to lie outright.
They reward selective honesty.
Say the parts that don’t disrupt the system.
Silence the rest.
They reward selective honesty.
Say the parts that don’t disrupt the system.
Silence the rest.
What’s something your body knew long before you were willing to say it out loud?
December 31, 2025 at 6:15 PM
What’s something your body knew long before you were willing to say it out loud?
One of the first clues that something was wrong wasn’t theological or ethical.
It was physical.
My body kept reacting before my language could catch up.
It was physical.
My body kept reacting before my language could catch up.
December 29, 2025 at 2:30 PM
One of the first clues that something was wrong wasn’t theological or ethical.
It was physical.
My body kept reacting before my language could catch up.
It was physical.
My body kept reacting before my language could catch up.
I’m writing a lot lately about how organizations can feel “safe” while quietly training people to disappear.
If that sentence lands, you’re probably not imagining things.
If that sentence lands, you’re probably not imagining things.
December 29, 2025 at 1:30 AM
I’m writing a lot lately about how organizations can feel “safe” while quietly training people to disappear.
If that sentence lands, you’re probably not imagining things.
If that sentence lands, you’re probably not imagining things.
Leadership cultures often praise people who are “low maintenance.”
What they usually mean is:
this person doesn’t ask for emotional or moral complexity.
That’s not the same thing as health.
What they usually mean is:
this person doesn’t ask for emotional or moral complexity.
That’s not the same thing as health.
December 27, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Leadership cultures often praise people who are “low maintenance.”
What they usually mean is:
this person doesn’t ask for emotional or moral complexity.
That’s not the same thing as health.
What they usually mean is:
this person doesn’t ask for emotional or moral complexity.
That’s not the same thing as health.
Curious — what’s a behavior you once thought was a virtue that you later realized was a survival strategy?
December 24, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Curious — what’s a behavior you once thought was a virtue that you later realized was a survival strategy?
I’m learning that silence wasn’t my personality — it was a skill I had to master to stay safe.
It looked like maturity.
It felt like self-control.
But it cost me access to myself for a long time.
Still untangling that.
It looked like maturity.
It felt like self-control.
But it cost me access to myself for a long time.
Still untangling that.
December 24, 2025 at 2:30 PM
I’m learning that silence wasn’t my personality — it was a skill I had to master to stay safe.
It looked like maturity.
It felt like self-control.
But it cost me access to myself for a long time.
Still untangling that.
It looked like maturity.
It felt like self-control.
But it cost me access to myself for a long time.
Still untangling that.
At some point, obedience stopped shaping my life
and started erasing it.
That’s when I knew something was wrong.
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and started erasing it.
That’s when I knew something was wrong.
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When Obedience Becomes Self-Erasure
How faithfulness became a slow undoing — and how my body told the truth first.
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December 24, 2025 at 12:08 AM
At some point, obedience stopped shaping my life
and started erasing it.
That’s when I knew something was wrong.
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and started erasing it.
That’s when I knew something was wrong.
buff.ly/AetXVCn
It wasn’t infidelity that broke things open.
It was honesty—arriving before I was ready to receive it.
This relationship told the truth first.
It was honesty—arriving before I was ready to receive it.
This relationship told the truth first.
December 20, 2025 at 3:16 PM
It wasn’t infidelity that broke things open.
It was honesty—arriving before I was ready to receive it.
This relationship told the truth first.
It was honesty—arriving before I was ready to receive it.
This relationship told the truth first.
I didn’t lose myself overnight.
I slowly realized the relationship I was in was telling the truth my theology wouldn’t let me name.
Writing this one cost me something.
I slowly realized the relationship I was in was telling the truth my theology wouldn’t let me name.
Writing this one cost me something.
December 20, 2025 at 12:46 AM
I didn’t lose myself overnight.
I slowly realized the relationship I was in was telling the truth my theology wouldn’t let me name.
Writing this one cost me something.
I slowly realized the relationship I was in was telling the truth my theology wouldn’t let me name.
Writing this one cost me something.
I wasn’t unaware of the truth — I was overriding it.
And my body eventually pushed back harder than my theology ever allowed it to speak.
Sometimes awakening isn’t loud.
It’s physical.
And it’s impossible to ignore forever.
And my body eventually pushed back harder than my theology ever allowed it to speak.
Sometimes awakening isn’t loud.
It’s physical.
And it’s impossible to ignore forever.
December 19, 2025 at 2:22 AM
I wasn’t unaware of the truth — I was overriding it.
And my body eventually pushed back harder than my theology ever allowed it to speak.
Sometimes awakening isn’t loud.
It’s physical.
And it’s impossible to ignore forever.
And my body eventually pushed back harder than my theology ever allowed it to speak.
Sometimes awakening isn’t loud.
It’s physical.
And it’s impossible to ignore forever.
Some relationships act like mirrors.
They don’t cause the truth.
They just refuse to hide it for you.
The Relationship That Told The Truth Before I Could
They don’t cause the truth.
They just refuse to hide it for you.
The Relationship That Told The Truth Before I Could
December 18, 2025 at 2:50 AM
Some relationships act like mirrors.
They don’t cause the truth.
They just refuse to hide it for you.
The Relationship That Told The Truth Before I Could
They don’t cause the truth.
They just refuse to hide it for you.
The Relationship That Told The Truth Before I Could
Your body isn’t betraying you.
It’s not sinful, dramatic, or untrustworthy.
Sometimes it’s the only part of you brave enough to tell the truth first.
🧵 New post on listening to the signals we were taught to silence.
It’s not sinful, dramatic, or untrustworthy.
Sometimes it’s the only part of you brave enough to tell the truth first.
🧵 New post on listening to the signals we were taught to silence.
December 17, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Your body isn’t betraying you.
It’s not sinful, dramatic, or untrustworthy.
Sometimes it’s the only part of you brave enough to tell the truth first.
🧵 New post on listening to the signals we were taught to silence.
It’s not sinful, dramatic, or untrustworthy.
Sometimes it’s the only part of you brave enough to tell the truth first.
🧵 New post on listening to the signals we were taught to silence.