I have been going up and down if I should even write this down. If you have been reading this blog or know me personally, you know I’m not too fond of giving my opinion on religion or politics. The way I see it is that everyone should believe and do whatever in their views of life is suitable to them as long as they don’t hurt or harm anyone.
Honestly, if the subject and the emotions weren’t making me sick to my stomach, I don’t think I would have written about this. Recently there was a case in the media of a priest preaching homophobia. Even hearing that this is still happening in 2022, I’m sitting here trying to cry. The church is one of the main reasons of why I felt like a monster for many years.
I was born and bred with religion and the church; my mum is an ex-nun, and two of my uncles were priests. We went to mass multiple days a week. As a kid, I was being told that God loves everyone apart from the people with my feelings. The thought of anyone seeing me as a monster made me bottle it up, and at times even not want to live.
With the bishop leaving, this priest, with nothing but a slap at hand and nothing more, continues to cause even pain to people like myself. At least I can say that I’m ok with who I am and who I have always been after years of therapy. Something I learnt is that whatever hurts you the most is the same thing that makes you stronger.