
Loyalty, is faithfulness or a devotion to a person, country, group, or cause.
One thing, I want to be is loyal. One thing I used to be was loyal. I was loyal to a faith, a belief, a cause: Pentecostalism. I still am. I don't talk badly about it. I will talk about my experiences but in general I don't have a bad word for it. But what did that loyalty get me besides guilt. Something came to me today. I associate loyalty with guilt. If I have a true loyalty to you or from you. I feel guilty that I've broken or that I will break it or that I want to break it. But that feels right... to have loyalty wrapped in guilt.
I loved my religion. I loved being pentecostal and I truly believed it was the way. I was truly devoted. Truly loyal. And then it abandoned me. It turn me against me. It turned my love for who I was into hatred. Deep hatred. Suicidal hatred. How could this happen? My first love, my first hurt.
I don't know that I've ever been loyal since. I have a big mouth. Anyone that knows me.. knows this. You know what a big mouth is? A lack of loyalty. I owe it to the ones who have stood by me, Jessica and all the friends, to be loyal. I know this won't change over night. I know the hurt and confusion from my religion still lingers but I think this is my last obstacle. If I can give my loyalty to those who deserve it, I've healed the final wound left from my first heartbreak, losing my religion.
And to those who I've not been loyal. Not held your trust like I should've. I apologize. I sincerely do. I hope to change that.





