“I thought back to when my children, Harper and Judah, were young and I was unhappy and had come down with a wee touch of hypochondria. The demands of staying at home with a baby and a toddler were too much, and I got sick a lot, which convinced me that something was really wrong with me. I wanted something to be wrong with me. I wanted a hall pass for a while so no one would expect anything of me. But the tests always came back negative, and finally, after my third visit to the doctor in two months, he said, “Nadia, nothing’s wrong with you. You just have to deal with your life.” Truth. It can make me hate the person speaking it. Until the point at which I want to kiss them for setting me free.”
–Nadia Bolz-Weber, Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint, chap. 7
