I grew up in a house of God. We went to church every Sunday, and we prayed almost daily. It wasn't until i started growing up that i realized the truth.. I was so mentally upset at the time and I was praying, and praying for an answer.. but he never once helped me. I was twelve years old when my faith was fading slowly, and slowly. My parents still being under the roof of God sent me to many bible camps, and bible studies. I was bored, not interested, in sorter terms I gave up my faith.
I met people who changed my views on the world, who opened my eyes to a brighter side of life. It was more of a wake up call than anything.. I spent years not caring about religion and thought all of them were fake. There was no god, no higher power, no afterlife.. Once death hits you that's just it. It hits you and you've basically vanished from the earth. I struggled with self loathing, and indeed found a higher power. I learnt about him while growing up in the hands of God. I was taught that he's evil, no good, horrid and would bring nothing but darkness to my bright and futuristic life. Instead he brought joy, happiness, and put me on a path towards a wonderful and helpful future. He's known as the Dark Lord to some people, but to me .. I call him God.
A post secret I would post would be .. that i'm in love with my ex boyfriends old roommate.
Visually i'd say this photo could perhaps sum it up
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