I went to the church after a big saintess' nameday celebration (mostly because my summer ex had that name and i badly needed some reflecting, repenting, console, i still haven't left her behind even if i should). If only my ex was a "healer saint" too, instead of a "backstabber", for me...
I felt much better at the end, even though during the mass (and especially when the preacher was telling about the saintess' life), i cried buckets, just out of the blue. And the bishop himself gave me the holy communion. Strangely, i feel suspiciously serene for my standards after the whole deal, instead of the usual sadist mode. Maybe i should start going to the church more, or something (lots of cute young girls there, too).
Post edited December 23, 2017 by KiNgBrAdLeY7