Once you deconstruct religion, there's literally no going back. It'll keep sounding stup!d each time you hear or think of it, like how did I believe a woman was made from a man's ribs?
Ngl I don’t think anyone died for me and I won’t allow myself into being guilt tripped that someone did and I owe them my life for it and that I’m born a sinner and if I don’t give them my life I’m banished to hell. That’s a bit unfair because I lowkey didn’t ask them to.
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety it stuck with me. The last thing I ever want is for the people I love to feel drained because I’m trying so hard just to keep my head above water. So instead, I drown quietly. Alone. Not because I want to, but because I’d rather suffer in silence than be a burden. That’s a pain most people will never understand.