you are not god

I never liked religion.

The self-flagellation and force-feeding of beliefs.

But most of all?

It reminds me of my relationship with my mother. Kind and giving when satisfied. But any hint of disloyalty? Any allegiance to others or yourself is met with rage.

Your self-confidence—once golden and plentiful—withers away. Your reservoir of joy now dried up. Those gentle embraces become harsh words with even harsher hands.

And before you know it, you’re on your knees begging. Prayers become pleas to a creator who won’t answer.

And I don’t know the solution. No magical words or ritual to make her come back. No arguing with something, someone so absorbed in their own power, they can’t see the child they have forsaken.

So all you can do now is get up off your knees and leave.

She may be your mother, but she is not your master.

XOXO,

Michaela