May 20, 2022
I believe the beginning of the end of my journey with Christianity was when I was 19, and was attacked by a child I was day nannying over the summer.
I went to church that week with bruises up and down my arms and legs. And. Not. One. Person. Asked. Me. Why.
These were people who had known me most of my life and not a single one looked at my bruises and asked me where they came from.
And that made something in me crack.
