I don't actually mind the haters sending me inappropriate pictures or violently telling me why I'm evil due to my religious beliefs. It's the small things from the people I love that hurt.
My childhood best friend looking terrified when I tell her about beautiful experiences I've had in the Church.
My boyfriend slowly breaking up with me after I brought him to a church activity.
My parents stopping me from going to church because they're genuinely afraid they might lose me.
I never wanted to have to choose between the people I love and the God I love. I always thought I could have both.














