u/GayWitchyVibes

My entire life growing up, you abused me and you justified it in the name of your ancient novel. This holy book you called absolute truth and you used it to rule with an iron fist in that house.

And after all these years you haven't changed one bit have you? Sure, you finally decided to be a mother. But when I told you about how I am in love, how I found a partner that I am so happy to get to do life with, you reminded me how narrow minded your religion makes you.

How is my happiness so detestable to you? Are you really that afraid of an imaginary afterlife that you would choose some god you've never met over your own child?

Your god won't be the one, taking care of you at the end of your life when you are old and frail. Your children will be the ones doing that, despite everything you have done to us. So why, I can never understand why, you continue to show me again and again that you will always love your religion more than your own child.

And my father, though you never abused me you turned a blind eye to your wife's rage and destruction, you stood by and did nothing as your wife broke your children and tore our family apart. Why?? All in the name of some god and a dusty old book written by a bunch of cultists.

You know, every single religion tells its followers that they are the only right ones and everyone else is wrong. Sometimes that makes me laugh a little, how you all go around fully believing that you are the only right ones and everyone else is wrong. But you weren't there at the beginning of time or of humanity.

But that's not even the point. Why do you choose your religion over your own children again and again and again? Why can't you just love me...

You should never have created children if you didn't want us. If you weren't going to love us. You are selfish for that, creating children just to abuse them.

My entire life growing up, you abused me and you justified it in the name of your ancient novel. This holy book you called absolute truth and you used it to rule with an iron fist in that house.

And after all these years you haven't changed one bit have you? Sure, you finally decided to be a mother. But when I told you about how I am in love, how I found a partner that I am so happy to get to do life with, you reminded me how narrow minded your religion makes you.

How is my happiness so detestable to you? Are you really that afraid of an imaginary afterlife that you would choose some god you've never met over your own child?

Your god won't be the one, taking care of you at the end of your life when you are old and frail. Your children will be the ones doing that, despite everything you have done to us. So why, I can never understand why, you continue to show me again and again that you will always love your religion more than your own child.

And my father, though you never abused me you turned a blind eye to your wife's rage and destruction, you stood by and did nothing as your wife broke your children and tore our family apart. Why?? All in the name of some god and a dusty old book written by a bunch of cultists.

You know, every single religion tells its followers that they are the only right ones and everyone else is wrong. Sometimes that makes me laugh a little, how you all go around fully believing that you are the only right ones and everyone else is wrong. But you weren't there at the beginning of time or of humanity.

But that's not even the point. Why do you choose your religion over your own children again and again and again? Why can't you just love me...

You should never have created children if you didn't want us. If you weren't going to love us. You are selfish for that, creating children just to abuse them.

I have been in therapy for almost 2 years since getting out of the psychiatric system for good (I spent 5 years approximately from age 17-21 in psychiatric hospitals, 2 of those years was in a state hospital and 1 was in the hospital before that waiting for a bed in the state facility)

But I have decided to quit therapy for good. I have found it hasn't been helpful for me. And I'm honestly tired of people saying I haven't found the right therapist or claiming that I'm not "putting in the work" whatever that means.

But every intake with a new therapist is retraumatizing for me. I endured horrible things during those 5 years, the only reason I continued therapy for 2 years after finally getting out for good was because I was told that was the only thing that could "fix" me.

But they were wrong about that. It's frustrating how often people assume that when I say therapy isn't helpful for me, I'm saying 'Im perfect and don't need to grow or improve as a person.' I just don't need a therapist to shove me into their boxes in order to grow as a person.

The therapy and the mental health system broke me. I healed not because of them but in spite of them. They don't get to take a single ounce of credit for how far I have come in healing from the horrible things done to me.

I don't need to pay someone to tell me a bunch of obvious phrases or think they get to decide what I am and shove me into their little boxes.

So I told my therapist I was not coming back and that was the end of it. Bit by bit I will take back every bit of humanity, dignity and every piece of myself that the mental health and therapy industry stole from me.