In April 2010 I was working as a catholic missionary in the UK. During one of the missions I was on the visitation team. During one afternoon I had two conversations that blew my world apart. They were on the subject of child abuse in the church and the popes visit.
It took a day or so to sink. I woke up one morning and I knew something was wrong. My behaviour changed overnight. It was obvious that I had a problem. I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was a huge change.
After the mission I spent two days in a hotel trying to figure out what my next move would be. After these two days I was thrust in to fire of a secondary school mission. Which was just like burning my brain out.
This stayed with me for the next few months. The pain festering inside while trying to keep my mind.