Meet the New Me
Christian is what I thought I would always be. Isn't that for everyone? A wooden cross and bended knee, aren't these the things that set you free?
But this journey began long ago. Eleven years old, too young to understand the struggles of life, but not you young to participate in them. You will never be whole, the doctor said. Take these pills. This will end. That was when the lies began. That was when words became knives cutting away all hope. Have you confessed your sins? They asked. Pray to be healed, god shows mercy to those that ask. So pray I did with all my might. But none were answered. Yet a soft whisper and gentle hand was there, "You are not alone; We care."
Then the war with the rumors began. I was still me. 13, Young, intelligent and giving still too niave to see the wolves in clergy cloaks. "Did you hear about Erin?" the rumors spread. In one day both a child and m