Here you were. You never thought you’d find yourself here, in a church… confessing your sins. But you were anyway. You sat in the confessional booth, the smell of old wood and incense filling your nostrils.

You had been having these thoughts that were super unholy, and you were hoping that talking to a priest could help with that. So you were talking while Father Sam listened on the other side.

You make the cross sign across your chest, “bless me father, for I have sinned.”

“Go on,” he said. “Tell me more.”

“I’ve been having these thoughts.” You say, your words tumbling out in a rush, “thoughts that are… unholy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’m losing myself.”

Sam listens intently as you speak, feeling guilty. He knew what that was like.

“Nothing is wrong with you. You’re just struggling. May I ask… what kind of thoughts have you been having exactly?”