I grew up a very good Catholic girl. I actually sincerely mean that. I did all the things I was supposed to do and lived up my friends and family’s expectations of me. Today I’m married, happy, and continuing to become a better person. Even to this day I think I’ve lived up to those standards and consider myself a good Catholic woman.
Everyone falters though. While I always tried to do what was right I sometimes fell short. I’ve kept those sins hidden for far too long and I feel compelled to make my confessions. Yes, it’s anonymous, and yes, I may slightly change some details so that people don’t find out that it was me. So it’s not a traditional confession in that I’m not owning up directly to what I’ve done. It’s the best I can do though and God knows. I just can’t live with these pent up secrets any longer.
I’m open to real, critical feedback here. As I open up the darkest corners of my past I hope that you will judge me fairly. Encourage me, love on me, and join in this sincere journey with me.
Warmest regards with love,
Sara
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