It's all in the title.
I've always been afraid of being seen as a "crazy Catholic bitch". I spent 10 years in convent school. I was baptised at birth. I have Jesus in every shape and form staring down at me from the altar in my living room.
But I'm also this: profanity user, major self-loather, anti-social people-pleaser, vain hermit and immense sloth with OCD and procrastination tendencies. Oh, and I'm a high-functioning clinically depressed and anxious individual.
Do I check all your boxes?
Why do I even ask?
I hate being labelled "super Catholic" but I also hate the inexplicable need to flex some cool cred the moment someone finds out I attend Mass every Sunday. Well, almost.
So this is the best bridge I can offer my tortured millennial soul.
Here, I will write about what I read, hear and observe. I want to examine more closely the lens I'm using in this world. I plan to prob deeper into my mind about the sermons I absorb — how useful (or irrelevant) they are and how I interpret them. And I hope I'm able to understand myself a little better at the end of it all.
To all the wolves who live inside, have at this new safe space to play. Love yourself.
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