i was forcibly raised catholic. when i refused to go at age 11, my family really turned against me. i grew up only about 45 min away from where westboro baptist church is.
i think the think last time i had to go to church i was 14, and it was family easter (when i was still invited, they still talked to me). last "family holiday" i ever went to.
i didn't know church was involved and the whole thing made me fucking sick.
luckily i had jacked my grandmother's xanax and downed an entire bottle of her codeine cough syrup and hardly remember any of it. hardly remember any of the evening, actually, beyond feeling reassured by the pills i had stuffed in my shoes.
weird, i blacked out on that cough syrup a couple of times. i never blacked out of opiates after that. nod out, sure, fall out sure. but not fucking black out and forget what i am actively doing.