one *very unexpected* thing about this chapter of my life is that I’ve returned to the church. it feels like my only bastion of sanity in the world rn. I know that religious-speak can be an eye-roll, but I just can’t deny that I’ve found great solace in attending Mass every morning I’m not sure how long this will last. I still have a ton of questions around ~my faith. all I know is that this feels goooooOoooOood. like my soul is having a prolonged spa day