The initial uproar has died down.

I am mostly left with myself again.

I have made contact with the diocese in which the former-deacon-now-priest resides. I await further contact and discussions.

Proactively, I’ve also made an appointment with a therapist with whom I saw a few years ago for something else. I suspect I will need to go through my journals to bring out supporting evidence, and I can’t face that alone. Even thinking about it while I’m typing this is bringing painful tears to my eyes. This is no joke. I do not want to do this.

Jesus, I trust in you.

Loving God through my family, friends, and interactions in my world.

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