Turns Out, Healing Has Trapdoors
This is what sacred looks like when I get to choose. I’m so fucking tired of having to explain why no means no. Not “convince me.” Not “find a way around it.” Not “try again later.” Not “let me make it easier for you.” Not “let me explain why you shouldn't feel this way.” Just fucking no . Today I learned something about myself that I really wish I could’ve learned gently. I learned that there are still things buried inside me that can reach up and grab me by the throat before my logical brain even knows what the fuck is happening. I logged into church this morning. A Unitarian Universalist church. A place I genuinely thought was safe for someone like me. A place I thought existed outside of the religious framework that hurt me. A place where I thought I could show up as exactly who I am, with my weird little witch heart and my complicated relationship with spirituality and religion and God and all the shit I’ve spent years untangling. And then they started singing a hymn. That wa...