When I told my mother about my hallucinations and what they were doing to me, my mom forced me to go to the sofa and beg the heavens for forgiveness. Sometimes I had to fake intense emotions so that I could be seen as repenting.
I just can’t get that out of my head today, kind of reliving trauma. It’s agonizing. Can’t tell if this is ocd or ptsd.
(Please lock the thread if this counts as promoting religion- don’t want to go against the rules @anon4362788)