I don’t go to church. I tried a year ago. My boss invited me. I felt like I had to go. I sat in the back and cried through the entire service. She hasn’t asked me again. She probably isn’t able to wrap her mind around the degree of spiritual abuse I suffered. That’s ok as long as she doesn’t ask me to attend. Sometimes I feel bad that I don’t even try to find a church because I’m certain there is one where I would feel comfortable. The episcopal church. Unitarian. Sometimes I think a Quaker service might be peaceful. I have a spiritual community in my program at Brite. That need is met. I’ll know when it’s time to go back to church. I’m not ready. My relationship with the Divine has never been deeper and more fulfilling than now, when I am immersed in academics. Very complex stuff. Thank you for having the courage to confront it.