Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
Not that it was difficult because I didn’t want to let go, rather it was difficult because I was initially afraid of how others would judge or perceive me.
Now… I’ve never been the type to be easily swayed in one direction or another because of another’s opinion of me but there were the opinions of my family and friends that mattered to me and for a moment and I mean for a moment, I struggled to imagine disappointing them.
That phase was my religious phase.
The day came where I denounced my Christian/Baptist faith. They wondered why of course and my answer was always: “I got tired of being in a abusive relationship with the God of that religion”
It was heartbreaking watching family and friends look at me in disgust as if somehow my lack of faith made my lifelong proven track record of being a good person null and void.
It was also freeing being released of the shackles of fear, shame and control. According to them I was on an express train straight to Hell but if that’s where Im meant to go for simply not adopting the teachings of Christianity despite my heart and character, then so be it.
Because that is NOT love, it’s MANIPULATION.
In Quest of Her 