How did I end up in a convent in the first place?
Looking back from where I stand now, it's obvious I was trying to please my parents and the church by doing the ultimate any catholic girl of that era could do. Becoming a nun. Dressed in the habit and standing in front of a classroom seemed the way to certifiable goodness. Proof to my parents, the rest of the world, and ultimately to God that I was worthy. Of what? Recognition? Love?
Heaven, was what I hoped for then.
It took someone like me, a heavy duty Pleaser of the first degree, to be convinced that it might be fun to sacrifice my entire life for my Catholic God.
But then, what did know?
I was only fifteen.
But then, what did know?
I was only fifteen.
