Losing My Religion

Brinnley F.

  • I was raised in a very religious household. I had church every Sunday for three hours, then again on Wednesday nights. When I started high school, I was also expected to attend a church class before school every morning. During quarantine, I was given the chance to take a step back from religion. I reflected on what it's given me and what it's done to me. Especially now, as I am starting to evaluate what I want my future to look like as I start getting ready to move out for college, I have had to ask myself many questions on if my future contains religion. My piece is a reflection of the things I was taught since birth, and of the things I still hold close to my heart. It's about the guilt of wanting to leave in the first place and the pull I feel to stay.

  • It helps me process things. Being able to use writing as an outlet to process big things or emotions in my life means I am able to keep myself on my feet, and deal with things in a healthy, constructive manor.

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