The imagery, title, and energy of this thread is a cure for me itself.

Um, let's see. How am I feeling...

Neglected. Clear. Misunderstood. Worthy. Sweetheart. Known.

But I've felt this way before.

I am aware of myself, and I didn't think when I began this commentary that I would be typing the following sentence, but I feel the beginning of the development of tears of gratitude as I plan to:

I am healed. I want to sing and dance about it. A lot! Um, I am escaping/escaped from a very damaging (sexually) famous cult. I disagree with it. I am a feminine male. I was a sexual child. The religion or cult beatrified and attempted to take those things away from me. The language they engrain beginning before you're 8 years old (baptism age) is patriarchy-worshipping and corrupt.

I suggest (more than I recommend) a spiritual path separate from any institution that deals with the USD or paper in general. Save the rainforest to be honest.

I'm gonna find some more cures for cancer, speaking of.

Anyway, this was a heavy one. Sorry if it doesn't match the vibes. I am grateful this forum exists, and if someone does take my advice to go more spiritual or energetic rather than church boy or church girl...

I am so encouraging of that. Simultaneously, full disclosure, my personal path of doing that did lead me to severe shelterlessness but equally sublime transcendence as well.

Thank you. Thank y'all. Love y'all. Good luck, and if you don't believe in it, may I for you?