Law & Order : Overwatch by 시얼리

Honestly, Rick Rolling is the best practical joke ever. Like, there’s nothing offensive or mean  spirited about it. It’s just like “Oops you thought there would be something else here but it’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’.” which isn’t even a bad song. It’s fairly enjoyable to listen to. There’s no jumpscares, no screaming, no ill will. Just Rick Astley telling you he’s never going to give you up. I think that’s great. “You fell into my trap! Here, listen to this completely benign song that will have no negative effect on you.” 

so my dad went boating and he sent me this video…😂

The way I've seen abuse normalized as a Jehovah's Wittness is appaling. I know so many people, including some in my family, who are stuck with abusive partners under threat of excommunication or "sinning against god". Few victims ever leave and those who find out about the situation often praise the victim for putting god first by staying.

On the other hand children are told their value exists in being fully obedient to their parents to please god. You are explicitly told that even if the parent is wrong or listening to them upsets you, it doesn't matter. Yet, they're surprised when abusers flourish.

Members can't acknowledge this because their relationship with the organization is the same. You do everything you're told, often in your worst interest, and you can't leave.

The only thing you owe yourself is to live a good life

Just remembered how as a child I was really weirded out by the idea of marrying a man. So my dream was to live with my best friend who was a girl in the city and adopt a puppy together. I was like, "Haha I don't need boys i have my friend who I'll cuddle with in our king sized bed."

Anyway I'm gay and I don't know how nobody noticed.

I thought suffering would make me beautiful. How catholic, how cathartic. Martyrdom, to die in blazing glory.

But it enduring pain only made it bigger. It seemed everlasting.

I thought it would make me less of a burden. Less human. More saint. And all saints are loved, and respected by all they sacrificed.

But no one remembers saints these days.

To be a sacrifice slaughtered by my own hand became so unfulfilling. It became dull, and pain is excruciating.

These days, I wonder what it means to endure, and what I want to endure, and why should life be made of painful endurances for me. Why I deserve punishment and nothing else.

These days, I want to endure joy until it breaks me, enough for me to reach into myself, remove the roots of the weeds that have spread all this hatred inside me, enough for this joy to be planted into my heart, and hopefully it will grow in me. Hopefully I can help it grow it others too.

I want love for all people, myself included, to be the only thing I ever endure.

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

I hope everyone with religious trauma finds their truth. Whether it’s a new religion, no religion at all, a new passion or hobby, self acceptance, etc. I hope you are free to be effortlessly yourself and you find peace in your life. <3

Now that I'm POMO interactions with parents are weird. In a way I'm fortunate that my family is still willing to talk to me, but they still suck as people. Their abusive and continue to misgender me and be manipulative. It was really hard to say that "no, I don't want to meet up rn even for a meal" because I know how many people desperately wish they could have that offer. Even knowing how triggering it would be I almost said yes because I miss my parents. But I guess I more miss having parents I can trust and support me, than them specifically.