I have always felt tremendous guilt that my faith journey since college has been a series of ups and downs and vacillations and trying on of new things and taking off of old and then putting back on the old and trying combinations of the seemingly disparate and then discarding them suddenly.
My spiritual journey has been a run-on sentence of chaos, beauty, pain, contradictions, healing, peace.
And I am done living as if I should feel bad for that, for not being a shiny example of perfection and stability.
Because it's what happens when you're recovering from trauma.
Because it's what happens when spirituality is about radical top down and bottom up healing and not about impressing others.