I was 13 years old when I saw her, across the room and my heart flipped.
Age 13: I learn denial.
Age 14: I start pulling my hair.
Age 15: I stop wearing shorts to hide my scars.
Age 17: I start meds for anxiety and depression.
Age 18: I stop, at church camp.
Age 19: The boy who groped my thigh on the back of our church bus buys me a giant book when I confess I’ve lost my faith.
Age 20: I meet Dorothee Sölle
Age 22: I rediscover Mary.
Age 23: I reclaim my faith; I realize I’m gay.