Going to church

Is like needing a repeat cesarean

Having your scars cut open and all anyone says is

“Your baby is so beautiful.”

Going to church

Is like mindlessly picking at a scab

Realizing the damage only after you’re told

“You’re bleeding.”

Going to church

Is like marrying an alcoholic

Watching the person you love destroy themselves as they insist

“I have it under control.”

Going to church

Is like working in an office while female

Giving your insights to a man who will tell others

“I had an idea.”

Going to church

Is like grieving a death

Sitting in silence as people comfort you with

“She’s in a better place.”

Going to church

Is like witnessing violence

Voicing your secondary trauma and hearing

“It’s not your fault.”