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Religious Trauma

Bella Mastrobuono '24




"Now for a moment of silence"


I can hear my own heartbeat.

The silence felt like forever.


Thump

Thump

Thump...


I shouldn't be this nervous.

Should I?

As everyone around me is clueless of the memories and thoughts that are eating me up,

I seem to only be able to hear my heartbeat and heavy breathing.


Thump

Thump

Thump...


I become self-conscious:

Am I really breathing that loudly?

Can everyone hear me?


Even though I'm here physically, and I'm doing this for you, mentally I'm exhausted.

Am I going to Hell?

Is Hell even real?

Am I blaming the wrong person?

Is this all my fault?

Is this trauma that I went through just a mindset that I can't seem to let go of?

Maybe I'm the problem...


Religious trauma?


No, you're the one in the wrong


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