We watched the film projects on Sunday. Everyone enjoyed mine tremendously. It had people in tears. I was told by several others that it blew everyone else’s away. But it even got me though, and I made it. I came to my room and cried, for I knew all of this was almost over. Sarah and Jessi came over to hold me. We all cried together.
And then there was last night. I don’t know how to write about last night. Perhaps many days later I will be able to.
But something was on my heart.
Sarah wanted me to tell her.
I told her I was afraid she wouldn’t understand.
She wanted to know.
I told her in the most loving way I knew how, and afterwards she stood up, went into my bathroom, and vomited in my toilet.
Hours later I was able to tell her something else that I have never spoken aloud to anyone, including myself, in all my 21 years.
This is all stuff that relates to my faith, and to my fears that others may not believe as deeply as I do. But my sharing that in an effort to be understood only caused Sarah to feel rejected.
Oh God, why am I the way I am?
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