Nobody blogs anymore, and nobody reads blogs anymore, so I suppose here is as good a place as any to empty the contents of my bruised heart.
About six weeks ago, I discovered that my life-long religion was probably a fraud. If you're also a member of that religion, you'll probably stop reading here.
Please don't.
I don't care what you believe. I don't care that we don't believe the same way anymore. I still need you. And maybe you need me, too.
It was easy to let go of some beliefs. Some of them had been tenuous, at best, for quite a long time. But I have clung fervently to the adage "by their fruits ye shall know them," and the church I belonged to, at least at the congregational level, was a good thing! A community of people serving each other. It was--is--beautiful in so many ways. My loss of faith is a death, and I am grieving in a way I've never grieved before.
But I can't... can't... follow it anymore.
My whole world is falling apart. Please don't leave me now. I don't need chastisement or admonition. I don't need calls to repentance.
I don't want to sin. I don't want to go laugh in that great and spacious building.
I can't go back, but I'm too scared to move forward because I'm afraid you will leave me. Whoever you are that may read this. I still want to be your friend. I need you to hold my hand as I walk through the dark.
I wish I could post this somewhere someone would read it, but I'm paralyzed by fear.
Maybe someday when I know where I'm going.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” -Sylvia Plath
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At least one person still reads blogs, though the dearth of posts by former bloggers has decreased the frequency with which I check blogs.
I don't pretend to know what you're going through, but I can at least say that it breaks my heart to learn that you have been (are still, probably) going through a difficult time.
I don't know that you and I have ever been particularly close as friends, though I have always and will always treasure the fact that you and your group of friends adopted me in high school when I lost my former group of friends. If for no other reason than that (and there are certainly other reasons), I will not abandon you as a friend.
If you want to talk, if you need to reflect, please contact me.
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