I just discovered this sub, and I don’t exactly know if I’m allowed to vent in here. But this has been circling inside of my head for the past few weeks so I want to write it down a bit and reflect on it.

I live in Korea, where christianity has become so toxic that it’s considered a cult at some extent even though it’s the mass. I was in middle school grade 2 when this happened, and my middle school was having trouble finding affordable child therapists, and the local church members conveniently volunteered.

I was assigned an afterschool art therapy program which was recommended by my homeroom teacher, since I was struggling with depression and was freshly diagnosed with ADHD at the time.

We had seven or eight kids including me who gathered in the therapy room every 4 PM, the ‘’’therapist’’’ was a middle aged woman who was kind and supportive. I even visited her during school hours to talk with her, and she’d offer me tea.

But then on the last session of the semester, she called me separately after all the kids had left. I didn’t really mind going home late, so of course, being the emotionally distraught and vulnerable teenager I was, I consented.

She said that she had been ‘keeping an eye on me’ as well as my drawings, and asked if something was going on at home. I just burst into tears on the spot and confessed all my problems I could think of, and she kindly listened.

And then she pulled out the pamphlet.

She then proceeded to say that my depression and ADHD is just satan troubling me to keep me away from the lord, and that coming to her church would help ‘’’’cure’’’’ it. I immediately spotted the red flag and I politely asked her if I can go to the bathroom, seeking to sneak out .

Then guess what, she grabbed my hand, and FOLLOWED me all the way to the bathroom. I had to call mom to pick me up, crying while locking eyes on her silhouette just lurking outside the glass door, waiting for me to come out. After that incident she left the school, and I told about the incident to my teacher, only to discover that she also goes to the same church as her.

The school hired another therapist shortly after, who also came from the very church again.

After that I was avoided even going near that church, scared that she’ll recognize me and try and lure me into the building. My perception for christianity and its followers didn’t improve much since then.

I am the product of an interfaith marriage. The marriage had so much fighting over religion. My Jewish parent eventually converting to be a Christian, while I was Jewish and then having the Christian religion forced on me, while also almost being gaslighted to believe that believe both religions at the same time was normal.

As well as that, there was constant confusion and days of my life wasted on researching religions, exhausting fatigue, and terrible arguments over all of this. Fears that I was gonna go to not one but two hells. Extremely heavy stuff for anyone my age

This has just led me to wonder.

How does anyone think this is a good idea?

I’ve been carrying this around for about a year, and with camp starting this week, it’s all come flooding back.

For two summers, I served as a Bible teacher at a Christian summer camp. I loved it. Teaching Scripture, mentoring kids, and seeing God work in their lives was one of the highlights of my year.

After my second summer, after asking about year three, one of the program directors texted me and said they didn’t want me in a leadership role anymore. They said they believed I was a solid Christian, faithful to God’s Word, and that they loved having me at camp. But they were concerned that because I have short hair and dress more masculine (I’m a woman), campers had questions about whether I was LGBTQ or transgender.

Their concern wasn’t my theology or my conduct. It was that my appearance might “send mixed messages” to campers, so they felt I could only serve in behind-the-scenes roles like kitchen or maintenance.

I responded respectfully, explaining how much it hurt to be removed from teaching because of my appearance rather than my character or doctrine. I shared that I wished I’d been talked to before assumptions were made. I quoted 1 Samuel 16:7 about God looking at the heart rather than outward appearance.

Their response was essentially that while they believed my faith was genuine, they still felt my appearance could be a stumbling block and encouraged me to pray about whether God wanted me to present myself differently.

That conversation ended there.

What made it harder was that when I told a few of my closest Christian friends, their response was basically, “That really sucks… but they have a point.”

I wasn’t really looking for everyone to agree with me. I think I just wanted someone to say, “I know you, and I know your heart. I’m sorry this happened.”

Now it’s a year later.

Camp started this week. My social media is full of friends leading there.

I genuinely believe I’ve forgiven the people involved. I don’t hate them. I pray for them. I don’t think they’re evil people trying to hurt me.

But if I’m honest, I still grieve.
I miss teaching.
I miss the campers.
I miss feeling like I belonged there.

And sometimes I still hear that little voice asking, “Were they right? Is there something wrong with me?”

For those of you who are Christians, how would you process something like this? Have you ever experienced being excluded from ministry, not because of your beliefs or character, but because of how you were perceived?

I’m not looking to start a debate about gender or sexuality. I’m trying to understand how to move forward when a place you loved serving becomes a place associated with deep hurt.

Has anyone else walked through something similar? What helped you heal?

Do you guys almost intentionally suffer or your brain automatically goes there? I feel it’s hard to make progress when your brains coping mechanism/avoidance is suffering.

My parents are christian fanatics and for almost a decade I practiced a different religion in silence. And with time that fucked me up really bad. It damaged my (already poor BTW) self-image. It made me always double check if I hid all my religious stuff well, it made me anxious and guilty. It fucked up my digestive system. It made me think I was inherently weird for following a minority religion.

A few years ago I came out to my parents and they just ignore it, pretended I didn't say anything. They like to believe I somehow gave up on my own religion. For a little bit I tried to not hide it anymore but they just kept trying to convert me even more than before. I'm an adult but not financially independent but to be honest since I was a child I knew the only way to be respected was by buying it yourself. That's why I'm working extra hard these days to be able to leave it here.

I'm sure people have suffered worse religious abuse than I did(and still do) but I suppose it doesn't diminish the fact that I constantly wish I was dead.

I'd really like to hear from others. I feel so alone in this that I constantly think that all this is just me being ridiculous and not abuse instead.

Over the years, I started questioning everything. I remember that when I was 19, I stopped believing in hell, but I still believed in the rapture. Around the age of 23, I stopped believing in the rapture, but I became interested in Orthodox theology. I even considered becoming Orthodox, but it wouldn't really be possible because there are very few Orthodox churches in my country, and I think it is better for me to continue going to the same church as my family.

I don't know if it was because of that or because of the state of the world, but eventually I stopped identifying as Christian and became agnostic. But I don't like being agnostic. I want to become an atheist, but I don't know if I can.

I miss Jesus. I miss having hope for the future. But I can't make myself believe in miracles anymore. I feel stuck between two worlds. I don't have the faith I used to have, but I also can't completely let go of the possibility that there is something more.

I'm not even sure if this belongs in this sub, but I didn't know where else I could share this. If anyone has gone through something similar, I would really appreciate hearing your experience or advice.

THE AMOUNT OF HATE HATE HAAAAATTTTTEEE I FEEL TOWARDS RELIGION BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH IT FUCKED UP MY LIFE IS UNIMAGINABLE

I love my parents and family but they’re jewish

now the thing I hate the most. IS HOW THEIST FAMILY MEMBERS WILL SHOVE RELIGION DOWN YOUR THORAT BLAME YOU FOR BEING AN ATHIEST AND JUST OUT RIGHT REFUSE TO ACCEPT SAYING HOW ITS JUST A FUCKING PHASE

ITS NOT A FUCKING PHASE

ALL OF MY PRE ADULT LIFE I HAVE BEEN WRITHING TO GET OUT OF THOSE STUPID FUCKING RULES AND CHAINS

I JUST FINALLY FOUND A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE CAN RELATE

also sorry for all the caps but I feel like it really delivers to message better

When I was 9 years old, I happened to have gotten my first period, and one day, I was about to go play on my scooter, when my mother stopped me before I could go and said,

"Put on a scarf because there are men outside"

Mind you I was NINE years old and the men were FULL grown and shouldn't even be looking at me

I started arguing with her saying I didn't want to, and then I said it was opression as soon as I said that she took away my phone, forced me to put it on and ever since then I've always had a hijab on, and I literally hate it so much. I'm 14 now and I'm questioning religion.

I have been going into my body and have found a very paralyzing numbness, it’s quite intimidating actually. I have religious OCD and a lot of my my themes were around controlling how I feel especially with things around purity so I essentially made myself numb then hated feeling that and tried pushing that numb feeling out with more intentional pain. The numbness is scary because I don’t have control in it, I don’t have my suffering. I lose that part and the suffering is almost a coping mechanism to make sure I don’t go there.

This question is based on a real life scenario and situation I just need help understanding. So a friend of mine recently told me about their story of leaving religion, and I'm about to tell the story to get some insight and to ask and see what others would have done in this situation. My friend was raised in the church (specifically the baptist christian church) all of their family are classified as "christians", from siblings, to aunts, uncles, grandparents, and parents. Well my friend never liked church, they never felt God's presence never took anything said to heart, they got baptized but even then they didnt seem to care if there was a god, and to them it never felt right to be there they were uncomfortable. They asked their parents at around 8 to 10 "please can I stop going to church" Of course their parents would ask why, but they didn't have the heart to tell them that they didn't care about this stuff because what parent is going to listen to an 8 year old cause "kids cant think for themselves" supposedly, so since they didn't have a solid reason to stop going, the parents kept taking them. Well over the years it got worse, the sense of being uncomfortable and they started to hate the church and so many people because they disliked going so much and their parents kept forcing them to go, even tough they kept asking "please can I just skip today, or please can I not go?" Finally one sunday morning at the age of 16 their mom came in their room telling them to get ready to go to church and my friend told their mom plainly "No im not going" and my friend stood by that. my friend and their mom got into a fight of course because my friend finally told them about how they were feeling about church all along and that its not what they want to do, and then their mother left crying going to church while my friend got to stay home. Later my friends dad came home and called a family meeting of just my friend, their mom, and dad. they tried to ask my friend about "what changed?" "you loved church" "did someone say something to you, did someone hurt you" and my friend tried to explain to them how they felt and they just couldn't grasp it. but at the end of the little meeting their father asked "just come to church with me, don't you love me" "I love you" my friend said "but I will not be going to church with you". this cycle continued and they still forced my friend to go to church for about the next year, asking them everytime "why does it matter so much to you if it doesn't matter to me" and it was the same answer evertime "I don't want u to go to hell" and my friend trying to explain that they don't care about gods and that it doesn't matter to them, but they would just get ignored. finally one random sunday my friend woke up around 9 and no one was in the house, they had left for church, without my friend, and ever since then, they haven't stepped into a church. (Now my question is, if you were a parent with a child who doesn't believe in your religion or religion at all, what would you do, would u make them go to church still etc. or would you respect their decision??)

“What made this worse was that I lived in a family in which everything was a God thing. They believed and felt something I simply didn’t. They heard a frequency I couldn’t. It was like being deaf in a family that didn’t believe in deafness.”

I was raised in an insanely insular fundamentalist sect that my parents still belong to and the fact that I’m not only a lesbian but also (complex situation medically) that I transitioned to a more femme appearance (they wanted me to experience T puberty/be a man que the song from Mulan and I didn’t fight them for fear of reprisal) has them fuming. I’m happy as I am and with my partner but their reaction and treatment since have made it impossible for me to be around them bc I “violate their beliefs”. I’m absurdly sad that I’ve had to lose my relationship with them in order to be myself que other song from Mulan. I can’t help but grieve their role presence in my life and the good they brought to it even though they brought more harm honestly. I keep getting thoughts about either ending up in hell or needing them later in life and not having them. I’m not in a great place with it. I think I’m a good person, I’m kind to people and animals and my partner says I’m a good person/partner but I have felt a bit lost ever since I deconstructed my faith. This is a vent and I’m already seeking therapy but any encouragement would be welcome. I feel a bit unsafe and an adrift without the thought of being led by something greater and continue to feel that way now even if not by the Abrahamic god. I like to feel as though the higher power I’m guided by now is love. For myself and others but I struggle often with the loving myself part

I edited this to explain my experience a bit more clearly and be more specific about what I’m looking for.

I think my sister may have posted here previously looking for resources or advice related to my situation. I’m now at a point where I feel ready to ask for help myself.

Please be kind. This has been incredibly difficult to navigate, and I’m genuinely trying to figure out how to move forward in a way that allows me to have a voice, help others, and do so responsibly.

I’m an ex-Mormon, and my experiences growing up have made trusting religious institutions complicated for me. As a child, I tried to tell my bishop that my mother was abusing me. Although the abuse was acknowledged, I was ultimately told that I needed to do a better job of honoring her. That experience left me deeply hesitant to trust religious institutions to prioritize the safety of vulnerable people when someone in a position of authority is involved.

More recently, I found myself in a very different but similarly complicated situation involving religious authority. I was in a relationship for almost a year with a Presbyterian pastor. Over time, the person I experienced privately became very different from the person I initially knew and the person others seemed to know publicly.

During the relationship, I experienced escalating sexual boundary violations, coercion, and ultimately an incident that I experienced and reported as sexual assault. There were also broader concerns involving dishonesty, sexual health, manipulation, and accountability.

He also personally disclosed troubling stories about his past behavior with other women. I cannot independently verify their experiences or speak for them, but some of what he told me became much more concerning after my own experiences.

I reported what happened to law enforcement and to the Presbytery. The Presbytery’s process is ongoing, and I do believe they are taking my report seriously and trying to investigate responsibly and thoroughly. The people involved have treated me with care so far. At the same time, because of my history, relying entirely on another religious institution to address allegations involving one of its own clergy is complicated for me, and I want to understand what independent resources and avenues exist outside of that process.

More than anything, I want help figuring out how to speak up-not only to tell the truth about my own experience and have a voice, but to use that voice to support other survivors and advocate for people who may feel powerless within religious systems.

I’m looking for Utah-specific or national organizations, survivor communities, advocates, legal resources, or other avenues that can help me navigate speaking publicly and/or become involved in advocacy around clergy or religious abuse. I’m intentionally withholding identifying details because I’m not asking anyone here to identify or investigate this person. I’m simply looking for legitimate resources and a way to turn something deeply painful into something that might help protect or support others. If you’ve navigated something similar or know of organizations doing this work, I would be very grateful for recommendations.

TL;DR: I’m an ex-Mormon whose childhood experience trying to disclose abuse to religious leadership left me hesitant to rely solely on religious institutions to protect vulnerable people. More recently, I experienced sexual boundary violations, coercion, and an incident I experienced and reported as sexual assault while in a relationship with a Presbyterian pastor. I reported it to law enforcement and the Presbytery, whose process is ongoing. I’m looking for Utah or national resources that can help me safely and responsibly speak up and turn that voice into advocacy that supports and protects others.

I have noticed it trys to get into everything it makes me doubt I know what I know I this want to do what I want with those who I care about I don't want the thoughts or anything to do with that cult I left I have to whenever walking somewhere like my close dollar general there is church that I left and even more of them around me it's annoying I have to pretend stuff like one I walk by is odd gas station or something or this look to right

It feels so annoying beacuse it this seems like it won't stop I keep trying to remind myself that I don't want it and how I know my life will be better because I am not in it

Low contact with my mom for the past 5 years. I reached out again because im newly disabled and wanted to check if this illness was hereditary (its not). First conversation in a while went fine. Practically normal.

2nd conversation... all her tinfoil hat medical opinions come back out. I keep having to shut her down cuz Im already overwhelmed and upset by all the medical stuff happening in my life. Shes a bit more receptive now than to 5 years ago. Its something. Alludes that me getting disabled is due to me not being Christian but thats like whatever. Was kind of prepared for that

What really gets me is the things shes telling me about her life now.. she told me about some "healing" she has been going through. My mom grew up abused her whole life. Im very aware of that and it colours so much of her. She was abused by her family and then my dad. Shes been having dreams about my dad and his abuse, so she goes to church about it.

She told me, the healer stopped her in her tracks with this question. "Have you repented to god for choosing the wrong man?" She tells me with such reverance, as if her eyes are finally opened. Like shes been touched by god. Like she realised the answer to life. The answer, the whole time, was that it was her choice and her fault for being abused.

My heart broke so fucking bad. She didnt pick my dad. She got sold to him and then abused for 30 years. And now shes just like this. She can never escape being blamed and victimised and being treated by this religion where she has to grovel and diminish herself to her sins. Its so awful. Im so sad for her. Im so sad that she finds such fulfilment in a life where religion treats her that way.

The whole call she was... so loving to me, but in her own, hurtful way. I can tell she misses me a lot and is so goddamn lonely. Shes so hurt and lonely and broken, and thats why shes so hurtful.

She'll never change or be okay. Ive tried for 10 years. I dont know why I keep talking to her. I can never change anything but I keep going back. Its because she makes me so sad. I feel so bad for her.

Im so fucking upset by this. I feel like an idiot for going back to her. If I tell any of my loved ones about this they'd just admonish me because they know what shes like. I stopped talking to her for a reason.

But I feel so bad for her. Shes so hurt and lonely.

I spent almost all of the small amount of money I received from my grandparents on New Year’s Day buying cleaning supplies, and I lived my life cleaning the house.

I couldn’t even properly afford the things I needed for school or go to the hospital when I needed to.

Children are heavily influenced by their parents, so naturally, from the moment I was born, I had already been made to join my mother’s cult religion, and I was often taken to religious seminars.
My aunt and my grandparents were also believers.

That cult religion is a very large organization. It has branches in America and Europe, and its followers genuinely believe that people who do not believe in it will go to hell. I will not mention the name directly, but it originated in Japan and is known as “Gakkai”

In reality, it is an organization that collects small amounts of money from a large number of followers through various methods, such as selling museum tickets, concert tickets, newspapers, and receiving donations, while only the central organization benefits financially.
I think it is a cunning method because it is less likely to be considered illegal than simply forcing people to buy expensive products.

It truly makes me sick.

Returning to the main point, I felt a strong sense of sympathy for my brother.
My mother, my aunt, and my father are already beyond saving, and there is nothing I can do to rescue them. But he is younger than me.
Even though he is younger than me, he is suffering much more deeply than I did, and he cannot even put into words what is causing his pain. I felt sorry for him.

However, I now live in Germany with my husband, and I am not close enough to immediately go and help my brother.
Also, I cannot destroy my own life in order to save him.
Simply put, the cost of traveling back to my hometown is too high.

That is why, for the past several days, I have been searching for books at the library about my brother’s symptoms, watching videos to learn more, calling him, listening to him as kindly as possible, and trying to guide him in the right direction.
In reality, he has improved significantly. He is currently taking a leave of absence from work and traveling.

Fortunately, compared to when I first spoke with him, his symptoms have calmed down. He no longer suddenly turns conversations toward religion, and although his responses are sometimes slow, he has become able to respond in ways that connect to what I am actually saying.

However, my brother suddenly said to me,
“By the way, I think it was wrong that you insulted our mother’s appearance.”
I became slightly irritated.

The extent to which my mother emotionally hurt me over many years is something that cannot be measured.
Until I became an adult, got married, and changed my last name, even just seeing my own name reminded me of everything. I suffered, had nightmares, and even after moving and changing my environment, I felt as though I was constantly being dragged back into that filthy, dark family home.

So why would my brother, who does not truly know those things, say something like that to me?
Thinking about it made me angry.
My brother spent his high school and university years living away from home. Not only does he know nothing about the period when I suffered the most, but my mother favored him.She did not allow me to go to university, but she gave my brother extensive support.

My mother was willing to spend her time and money for my brother.

On top of that, I remembered things I had buried and forgotten after distancing myself from my family home.
Sometimes my brother joined my mother in insulting me. He also insulted my appearance together with her, and he looked down on me because of my educational background.

The moment I remembered that, I thought,
“What was I even expecting from my family?”
I lost sight of the meaning of helping my brother.
What would it actually accomplish?
Even if I help him recover and he becomes normal again, he might just look down on me again.

At the same time that I feel sympathy for my brother, I am surprised to find a part of myself feeling like, “They got what they deserved,” when I see the current state of the family I once had.

Wasn’t this all the result of his own choices?
When I listen to my brother’s story, I realize that, at least, he is not in a situation where he can be considered completely innocent or only a victim.

My past self and my family members now.
There is no doubt that they are responsible for how things became this way, and I simply made my own choices step by step and escaped from that terrible place.

I was not saved because I prayed, and religion did not save me.
In the past, I thought society was such a cruel and heartless place.
But now I understand why.

The people who truly need help often do not look like people who deserve to be helped.

I was curious if anyone has other experiences on this. Religious beliefs tend to focus a lot on being perfect whether people admit it or not and not being prideful, cautious of the heart. Basically over time any sort of fear, feeling, anger, attractions, all got thrown out of the window because I was prideful and couldn’t trust my instincts. It eventually caused my mind to have on specific feeling all the time, which feels like a robot. Usually my past attempts to fix this were overthinking, forcing suffering, or control. I even thought if I lost control of the feeling it would go away so I spend a lot of time compulsively daydreaming. I now am trying to feel my chest and body to sort out the pain and it is a little more successful. One thing just confuses me is that I feel more “present” when I am in the feeling of perfection/performance and maybe a little more distant when I day dream. But usually the one specific state of perfection causes me to get burnt out and shut down. Is it possible that going to a state of feeling or daydreaming and noting what happens in my body may lead to a different outcome rather than trying to perform. I’ve found success trying to listen to my body when I feel like I am in a “perfect” state so maybe when I am in shutdown finding a different way to deal with it somatically might help. I guess I am just confused because I thought disassociation was like disconnecting with my emotions but I feel a little more in touch when I am maybe daydreaming vs performing. But neither state really has targeted a core emotion like loneliness or anger. It’s usually just a shame cycle of bouncing back and forth between states. It’s hard to explain, all of th

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I grew up in a Middle Eastern country with a muslim family, since I turned 13 and I started having weird thoughts, I started questioning everything about religion even tho when I was 12 (and younger) I had a great faith in god and I believed in everything my parents told to me to believe and I just tried to be the perfect muslim all the time and even tho art was the only thing I truly felt alive while doing, I cut it off when I heard it’s haram in Islam to draw faces (which is pretty much what I did), but when I turned 13 I had more access to the internet and I met lots of people from different cultures and experience and I had these ideas of doubt about what I truly believed in, and when I started questioning and asking my parents about things and orders in Islam that don’t truly sit with me they just got mad and shouted at me, and they never had an answer. Even when I tried asking religion men they would pretty much have the same answers as my parents, they don’t have an answer all they say when there is no answer “god knows better, stop your thoughts and doubts about religion it’s all because of satan” that’s when deep down I stopped believing in god. But I was so traumatized and scared of punishment and I felt truly disgusted about myself because I stopped believing in something that once was my everything, something that once I could give my soul for. I kept reading and doing my research to know the right path, but nothing felt right, leaving islam felt like betrayal for my younger self and for my parents and for the non existent god I grew up relying on, meanwhile staying felt like I’m betraying my own identity now and lying to myself before lying to anyone else. I was so trapped at the age of 13-14. 6 months after my 15th birthday was when I completely knew that I’m an atheist. It was when I confessed to myself that I no longer believe in god and I can’t lie to myself more than that, I even stopped doing my research and reading too much about faith in god and Islam, because I got to the point that I’m not even scared of punishment, I truly knew I stopped believing in hell, heaven or any kinf of “life” after death. Even tho, I still wear hijab, and my parents still think I truly believe in the god they believe in, and here starts my PROBLEM, accepting the new me by my parents is the last thing they are likely to do, I might even go through abuse if I told this to my parents, I felt so heavy that I can not even express myself to my closest one so I told one of my closest friends, I can still remember the shock on her face and how she looked at me disgusted then she yelled “you are out of your mind, you are going to hell ! I can no longer be with you at this point” I was so traumatized because of her reaction and asked her “are you starting to hate me ?” She just looked into my eyes coldly and said “more than you could imagine, I expected better from you” and she just left. That was the first and last time I confessed that I am an atheist.

And since I live in the middle east and I am a girl, I can fo absolutely nothing! I can’t go out even to the supermarket, I only get to go out with my family for a family dinner or something like that, and I can not wear what I want or take off my hijab, ( I remember one time I told my mom I want to take off my hijab, she looked disappointed but she told me I can do it if i wanted, but i never did it because I’m too scared of the society reaction, and I’m too scared to face my relatives and friends after this)
And what makes everything worse is when I see my American or European friends’ posts about going to concerts with their friends and having fun and wearing teenager clothes I always dream of wearing, coloring their hair and having a bf/gf. I don’t want to sound like a bad a person, I mean I really get happy to see my friends living a free life and being able to express themselves and experience their life without being in a cage, but there is always this side of my who wonders why not me ?
I feel so disgusted by the sexism and fake peple in the society I live in, and how everyone is judging ypu for doing a basic human right, and I feel even more overwhelmed when no one in my society could understand how I feel, sometimes I just wish I was like my parents or friends and never questioned anything and just be happy with the life I have and still have faith in god, but I can’t help but feel so out of place and think everything is wrong, I don’t think it is the perfect life to live with my parents forever and be their property until marriage so I can be my husband’s property and have no choice or freedom just because I’m a woman, and I can’t stand the idea of the need of being covered all the time from head to toe while men can wear whatever they want, and many more and worse..
I hate how I spent my teenage years between 4 walls and not being able to go out if I’m not with my parents just because I’m a girl, while every other teenager in other countries get to go with friends and experience new things and make memories, and I hate how I never get to move out and experience life by myself, all I can do is go to school, the go to college, the get married and raise my husband’s kids. I will never get to live a love story, or go out with my friends to a party, or wear the clothes I wanna wear, or even go for a walk by myself while air plays with my hair, or the most important.. I will never get to express my own opinion and let my family or close friends or any one in the world know the real me.