I've only recently begun to grieve the loss I've experienced. Due to the outrageousness of the situation, there was no means of closure for me until recently, and even at that, "closure" is a stretch. I'm still processing the grief, visited by all of it's manifestations. Today it's anger. Yesterday it was emptiness. Last week I dealt with the sense of betrayal. It's all very depressing and doesn't really seem to get any better, but none of it has escaped God, and I look to Him to dress my wounds.
In the meantime, I'll be writing about my brush with hyper-fundamentalism here, and writing about how it's reshaped my faith, made me re-examine everything (and I mean everything) I believe and why I believe it - even though I've never been a part of these movements, and made me want to know God in a deeper, more effectual way than I ever have. I'll be addressing the aspects of it, such as Patriarchy and Courtship, that I received a good old-fashioned personal education on - the hard way.
You may not like my opinions, my frank and sometimes aggressive style, or my brutal honesty, but that's fine. I'm a work in progress, and my writing is even more of a work in progress. God is good, and people are people, and I'm people.