I’m not a religious person, but sometimes believing in something bigger has helped me through very dark times. Family deaths, deep depressions, uncontrollable mood spirals. I very much do believe in the transformative powers of religion and faith, however, this past year it has eluded me. Barbed wire has felt closer to a religion than actual organized religion. When I pass a barbed prison I feel like I belong on the inside, separated from the “normal” population; it draws me in more than any temple or church possibly could. I feel like the barbed wires should be wrapped around me piercing my skin, leaving the mark of my crazy all over me.
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