This was my childhood and I don't like it
this post was submitted on 06 Oct 2023
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Ahh I should have made the title "Jars of Clay," it's just that was the first christian rock band that popped into my head during the terrifying PTSD nightmares I regularly experience. After long road trips with my southern Baptist mother, I am forever scarred.
Oh yeah, I had like every Jars of Clay album. Our family owned, like, a decades worth of WOW music, every Delirious album, you name it.
I'm sorry about the nightmares. I get it. That shit kept me in the closet for decades. There's stuff I can go back to now and still feel positive about, but I understand when other people can't.