Here Comes The Bride
![Image](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXj0-XHKqHkqqdqiXaiM2UIekzoNU0VAmjoOM7QJj2acf4RyoZgHXXq225bT1pOyh_4q6fX1m200Vrq5l5S84Pi2IcRTaYxDKChQw6KdvGQQv88GAT6sle_YGhUsryX-oqDZVdU5SP2uLVHMBuh2M71QXy35-83TnDj6RW9t8Fb0-vRosc9KZ1v04Fw/w268-h400/DSC_0371-2%20(1).jpg)
Last month, I celebrated one of the happiest days of my very life. I got to marry a wonderful, safe, and fantastic man. I got to do the things I had always wanted to when I envisioned my wedding day . I was the first of my family to have a secular wedding, something I’m not only honored by but treasured deeply. Through hard work and tears, I am making a life that I want. It’s so far from my upbringing but it’s the truest and most authentic of lives I’ll ever have, and it’s brought immense peace to me. My wedding day was not held in a church. While I have felt the uncharacteristically comfort within a house of worship before, I would not say sacred vows to my partner in a system of abuse. I also had to look after myself and practice self-care—I have chronic Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from what the Church has done to my body, brain, and soul. My C-PTSD has been managed really well for over a year and I need to keep that going. And of course, my fiancĂ© and I did not want to have any