I sat in the pew, spiraling round and round with what I would do. This was my chance to take the power back from my forced indoctrination into the church. Was this my OCD or moral vexing? At this stage of my life, I didn’t know I had OCD. I thought everyone else dealt with stressful situations by going around in circles in your head about a decision, the proverbial equivalent of completing an endless rubik’s cube in their head.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us. As a witch trying to survive life in a rural Midwestern town, I appreciate your approach to this topic.
Thank you so much! This is a great reflection on changing paths and I’m glad my thoughts on the Pagan spiritual journey resonate with you. I love that you refused communion at such a moment--absolutely perfect.