Sunday Service


cross_clouds.jpgI’m so glad I went to church today. Hell, I’m so glad I went anywhere at all today. Because yesterday I didn’t even leave the house. I intended to. Put on clothes, did my hair and everything. I even put on a swimsuit and opened the front door to go out there, then I changed my mind. As badly as I wanted to feel both the sun and the water on my skin at the same time, I wasn’t ready to be in the world. It’s a process for me. And some days, I just need to sit and deal with my feelings. And I feel like I did that yesterday.

It was after 1 o’clock when I finally mustered up the strength to get out of bed and shower. I turned on the water and looked at myself in the mirror, butt-ass naked and asked myself, “Are you gonna cry today?” I continued with a full out-loud conversation with myself, “Yes,” I replied, with an attitude and matter-of-fact in my voice. “Okay, but you only get like, 2 more days of tears, so use them wisely,” I finished. No lie. This is the actual conversation that took place in my bathroom. I started thinking about that… “2 more days of tears”. I knew I’d need some of those tears for Sunday, but I also wanted to reserve some for a random day that may come within the next week or so.

My plan this morning was to get to church in time for the altar call. I woke up with straight intent today on getting to that altar, even if it killed me. After the last couple days, I felt like I needed to throw myself on the altar and give it all to God…or whoever would listen. I’d tried praying the night before, but I felt so far away from God that I just got back in bed and continued to torture myself with the thoughts in my head.

While I don’t feel that one Sunday service has healed my broken heart, I do feel like whatever it is that I’ve been in search of, I’m not gonna find it in the bottom of this beautiful champagne flute, or any other form of self-medication that I’ve prescribed to.

I had the idea this morning that I should become celibate. Like, 4real. Like, intentionally. You know, it’s one thing when you’re going through a dry spell and not getting it on a regular, but it’s quite another when you make the conscious decision to commit to your own self-deprivation in hopes of self-actualization and fulfillment. I’ve always felt like, for me, sex complicates things. And the connection that I want with someone should be waaaay past physical.

I’ve always struggled with that one area in my life, anyway.

Releasing apologies in moments of ecstasy

You asked me why

Screaming, “Oh my God”

I was obliged

Because I was cheating on you both

Calling His name while I was making love to you

Giving you the part of me that should’ve been saved for only one person

I think I should make a vow

No, I need to do it now

Commit to myself

When I don’t even know how

And I’m not really sure who I am anymore


This hurts so bad. Like, I can’t even put into words what I feel. It surpasses pain. I feel betrayed. And maybe I shouldn’t but I do.

I searched my bed for clues. For some indication that we existed.

But I couldn’t find anything.

I’m starting to think it wasn’t a coincidence

That I never found the key that you thought you lost.

But maybe, I just wasn’t supposed to find the key to open that door.


It would be easier if I could make you be an asshole.

But in my mind, you’re just a guy who loves his mama. And music. And beautiful women.

And I was just a girl who loved Love. And you.




6 thoughts on “Sunday Service

  1. Jasmine

    I felt this so deeply. Its hard not to kill yourself thinking about it. Living it. Feeling it. I dont even know what else to say

    1. I’m glad this could help you. But just keep praying and I promise it gets easier every day- although some days are better than others. You are beautiful and have a beautiful child from what I see on your page, so that itself is your reason to live. Keep in touch, if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

  2. I definitely have those moments where I Don’t want to leave the house and I just need to feel whatever I am feeling, that works best for me. I definitely let them tears come out at church today too girlll . Wooo it felt so good . 🙌 healing happens one day at a time, one day you will look back and see how far you have come . It’s hard but definitely possible . Don’t rush the process, just take whatever time you need to heal and I haven’t had sex in over 7 months , I chose celibacy and it has been so good for me , my mind is clearer and I really allow myself to heal this way . Praying for you and your healing . ❤️ you got this !

  3. Belinda

    Great reflection. Thank you for sharing. We all need a good cry sometimes.

    I blame the full moon for my yesterday. I soothed myself with a bottle of wine while I cried for my crush that doesn’t seem to crush so hard for me, I cried for loves lost, and friendships too. I cried for the moments in time that I will never get back. I even cried for the dog I don’t see anymore since my divorce.

    Self-actualization is lonely and hard, but I think realizing you’ve given yourself to someone who doesn’t appreciate you is even harder. I wonder if my times of self-actualization have been more about avoiding potential hurt that anything else. Whatever it is, it feels better than waiting for the call that lacks sincerity and never seems to come often enough.

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