I don’t respond well to pressure. It unhinges me, and the more pressure is applied the more I resist whatever it is that’s meant to be happening. This pressure doesn’t have to be external either, I’m perfectly capable of pressuring myself into an oblivion of failure and anxiety.
I’m Cassandra, and my faith journey went completely off the rails when my Nanna passed away when I was 18 years old. I’m now (2015) 31, and I’m feeling that lack of connection keenly. My daughters are still pre-teens, and they ask all the tough questions one would expect… in answering them I’ve discovered that my faith isn’t actually gone. I just didn’t know what to do with it for a long time.
This is my chronicle, to help me navigate my way back into active spirituality, and maybe to help someone else who needs to be gentle with themselves in order to make the journey.