Whoever thought that the girl who scoffed at hiatus and deleting social media would be writing a post like this? And yet here I am. I'm just so very depleted, mostly emotionally. This summer has been one of the best of my life—then why have I shed so many tears? Hope has been very real, probably when it shouldn't have been so. Dreams and pursuits have had very little attention. My father's campaign has taken a lot out of me. Church hopping has been very hard, even while amazing. Door knocking has been harder yet . . . Though there have been many bright, joyful conversations. I talk about how I don't like denominations and political parties. This summer has shown me fully why. Even more, it's shown me the good on every side as I listened to other people share their perspectives. Some of my reasoning is personal. But it all boils down to this: I'm so very, very tired, and there's too much energy put into running online platforms. I just can't do it. I'