I did it.
I uttered the unutterable.
No thunder crashed.
No lightening flared over the sky and through me pinning me to the bed.
If there is a God, she did not seem too concerned.
I did not feel I sinned because I spoke the truth, my truth.
I did not like someone.
Not liking nor not loving someone does not hurt them.
Forgiveness is not necessary if it is not requested and earned.
I went on.
I picked up my life burdens and tried to do my best, be my best.