
Originally Posted by
Madrigal
Although I was raised as an atheist, since my father was in charge of all things ideological in our upbringing* (catholic-raised mother handled day-to-day politics), I did turn to religion during a period in my teen years. It was a time when I was having what I can only explain now as hallucinations. My room was isolated from the rest of the house and I heard and felt weird things at night. I used to feel someone breathing in my ear, which was terrifyihng, once something furry brushed my arm when it was hanging over the bed, and once I felt something grab my ankles and pull me violently. I guess you could explain a lot of the things I felt (I always wondered if the furry thing was a bat, for example), but some of them were really just hallucinations. So I started praying, which made me feel safer, or something. It didn't last very long though, I got over it around the age of 17. I don't hallucinate anymore.
*"¡Me cago en Dios y en la Virgen puta!" was something I thought people said when things went wrong. Turns out it was just my dad.
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