Washing Away of Sins

[ehowton]

My name is Eric and it’s been three weeks since my last clearing. What does it say about me that I see intuitives like priests who hear your sins and offer you absolution? That I approach the table naked, and exposed for all the world to see; that I confess to a higher power and am helpless in this mortal meat suit which claws and scratches and rips through me with its brain chemistry influence attempting at all times to control my thoughts, and subsequently, actions? I've said the glut of chemicals which flooded my body eventually no longer controlled me, but looking back, I wonder if they only let up enough to fool me into thinking I had full functionality of my faculties, when in fact I only ever had a modicum of control from that point forward - preventing me from healing; from moving forward; for forgiving others as well as myself?

Once again I find myself in supplication, kneeling before those who would wash away my sins and perhaps absolve me of that which ceaselessly plagues me.

Forgive me Priestess...