I think I believe in some sort of god or at least a force of goodness now. I can't look at my child and *not* believe that.

It seems to me that all the major world religions have the same rules. Don't kill people, etc. Maybe they're all different roads to the same place? I don't know.

I do know that I was raised crazy-ass right-wing Baptist, and part of me is terrified that I've got everything wrong, and Angelus's worst version of hell is in store for me. God, my therapist loves me. So many papers