my abuser used to catch me praying for release and taunt me about it, telling me how there is no god that can save me, that i would never be realsed from anything until i was dead and only he would decide when and how that would happen, etc etc, i even started praying to die at one point, i like to think i kept my faith throught the experience, i know i surley stumbled, all people do, we are by no means perfect

the fact that i am still here today was a great sign that some higher power was watching over me in my mind, i have my own beliefs, i dont pretend my way is better than any others, belief in a diety is a very personal journey,

i also abhor people that use thier religion as an excuse to abuse another person, it is to me perhaps one of the greatest sins against ones diety to take and twist what ones god/ or goddess stands for into somthing malignant and evil;

huggs and be strong my sistas, and bros, we are not alone