As I write this letter, I find myself sitting on the floor accompanied by a pile of emotions. If this had happened to me a few years back, I would stand up, box up all my feelings and wrap it tight. For most of my life, I thought that feeling too many things meant there was something wrong with me. I worried about how I would appear to my friends- What would they think of me?
Read MoreThe summer before my senior year, I was a mess. I just had a difficult exit as the president of our Newman group on campus and my faith was very much on the rocks. An overachiever at heart, I had used my work as a facade for faith.
Read MoreDuring the spring term of second grade, my parents were thrilled that I was finally off the waitlist and able to attend the Catholic school near our home. Even all those years ago, I remember being the new kid at school, feeling alone and outcasted, desiring the simplest gesture of friendship from a peer.
Read More"I was sitting in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting the other day - it was a women’s only meeting - and I was struck by how honest, vulnerable and real everyone’s shares were. I wondered if I had been to any Catholic women’s gatherings where…"
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