I signed up for a Catholic seminar a month ago. The seminar was supposed to be held from August 26-27, and one of the preparations required for attendees is to confess.
I confessed.
After so many years, I confessed. After years of keeping all my sins a secret because I was so guilty, and embarrassed, I confessed.
The priest centered around one topic before letting me go – Love.
He said, see God’s image in everyone and you will learn how to care, you will learn how to love.
That night, I told him I confessed my sins to the priest.
He asked me what I confessed. He was curious.
I said, it will make you think terribly of me. I did something terrible.
He insisted. I said I’d rather keep it a secret. He kept quiet.
After a few minutes of silence, I realized I should tell him because he deserves to know. It was a risk. He might hate me, be disgusted by me… but I decided. I decided I want to be honest with someone. I want that relationship wherein I am me, and that I know he knows he can trust me.
I told him.
He said, “that doesn’t make you a terrible person,” then he held me tight and that lulled me to sleep.
