By Farraday Miller
Telling you this story is like taking a shower and washing my hair. I want to erase all the toxins, the dirt, the oils, the sweat and all impurities that have taken up residence in my temple. The secrets that I carry with me are not my own. But ones I’ve had to keep because they were imposed by the choices of others. It would be years before I realized that everything I grew up in was a lie and everything that I was taught was rooted in wrong. I was forced to see people who I once held in high regard differently because their sins were surfacing and shattering my innocent thoughts of childhood purity. I was arrested by the image in the mirror and was ashamed at what I saw. There were too many partners to count and when I came to realize exactly what the word adultery meant, it was too late. I, just like both my parents before me, had already jumped into the lake of temptation and replaced all the right that we had been taught with our selfish need to satisfy our forbidden desire. It would be years before I recognized that what my little eyes saw caused me to be broken and led me to an unimaginable place of despair.