Religioustrauma Stories

By her eighteenth birthday, high school senior and preacher's kid Miriam Hodges makes a dangerous choice. She decides to end her affair with the church's head deacon--a man with a wife, a reputation, and no intention of letting her go that easily. She stands to lose it all: her family, her respect and the carefully constructed life she's always known. But staying means losing herself completely and that is something she refuses.

A collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intimate moments of my life. I hope you enjoy poetry that I've poured my soul into over the years.

A collection of some of my poems. At least, those that I like the most. Be kind, please. Their a piece of my heart, and English is not my first language.

Izzy Keysen, a closeted atheist living amongst christians who had done nothing but torment and shape her life into something she doesnt like. Izzy learned to hate christians because of a religious trauma, she hates them, but somehow another christian stood differently. Changing her perspective. (DISCLAIMER IZZY WILL NOT CONVERT INTO CHRISTIANITY THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE CHAPTERS!!!)

a poem about religious pressure

Come this September, you will fly on your own because you got a letter. You must find, find your home and it won't get much better.

joshua x jeonghan just an angsty oneshot where i project myself and my religious trauma into jeonghan :)

Its basically a Jimon fic before the island lol, a bit silly, English is not my first language so idk man, have fun I guess, I just wanna let go of my hyper fix this way before turning back to my deep Ukrainian literature. Not 100% canon accurate (it's a fic help), but it is 100% gay (there are 0 women in the story originally so lol, Lord for the flies is so gay lmao). Anyway, enjoyyyy.

Smart? Maybe. Feisty? Sure. Creative? Perhaps. A dick? Definitely. There were many ways you could describe Mikelle Usman, but one he had never heard before was special. In a traditional Catholic school, it was easiest to fade into the background, especially when you're anything but. But what if it becomes a lot less easy to have nobody whispering your name? And what if your worst nightmare, Elliot Severin, the headmaster's son, decides to trust you with his biggest secret of all. You're toast, right?

Minori was struggling, was it because God despises of her? TW: religious trauma but im not actuslly sure if you can consider it that, homophobia total word count: 3111 art not mine!

Dennis had carried it all these years. And still, he had forgotten. Dennis had learned early that doing things right didn't mean anyone would notice. Once, there had been someone who did. But he left. Years later, in the middle of a chaotic shift at the Pitt, a patient is brought in after a brutal accident - and Dennis finds himself holding onto something that he was never supposed to forget. He doesn't remember why. But someone else does.

Father Guthrie Osteen officiated his favorite devotee as the leader of his flock. Renesmee, his little mortal angel, is unaware of what this process would entail.

"...there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.." On the first day of Year 11, a scandalous sex map is discovered in an old stairwell and she finds that her effort to hide who she is has all been for nought. Little does she know, her secrets have never exactly been well kept. Missy Beckett x fem!oc Heartbreak High Season One ✔️ Season Two✔️ Season Three✍️

Atsushi accidentally gets adopted by Fukuzawa and joins the ADA Magazine as a new model? Or Part chatfic, part prose, all insanity modelling au, no abilities, idk wtf I'm doing.

Pining, religious trauma, and Freppa abuse.

Otto Evans has finally left the source of his pain, religion. He's moved in with his sister in a new town after coming out in his old one. He joins a support group, and meets Kie Schon, another member with religious trauma. After one strange and scary encounter after another meeting, the boys learn to love and how to live again. (May contain triggering topics such as abuse,depression,drug abuse,self harm,suicide,suicidal thoughts,graphic descriptions, and possible others that will be mentioned in the beginning of each chapter. Thank you for reading)

rose is an anomaly in the embodiments' world. he was the first permanent embodiment. he is exceedingly religious. he takes care of multiple regions. he has scars. this is his story, beginning to present. 1869 until now. book one of the dead flowers series, in which i tell the story of their world.

The garden is home. Mother is the truth. Purity is key. Purity is good. Purity makes us worthy. At least... that's what we're told. But what if the weak are not what they seem? What if the blood hits the floor-and leaves no stain? What if a new sin is born- the sin of asking why?

A short story where God is framed as the bad guy and machines stand up for their creators.

A work inspired by people affected by religious trauma. Dedicated to the aforementioned people and the self-labeled "Christians". ~ Always told to follow the Bible. Always told to do exactly as it says. Always told to avoid what people deem sinful. Always told to watch closely for traps. Is it wrong for one to be oneself? Is it wrong to ask? Is it wrong to doubt? Unfortunate people. Merely listening to the teachings of a pastor, made to be nothing more than blind followers, their tithes buying forgiveness and salvation. Dictating others to do the same; to abandon their curiosity to know more, to abandon all common sense, and focus on God. And with them their victims. Unfortunate people. Slapped and spanked with a stick, calling it discipline. Shunned and ostracized from the community, deeming them sinful. The poor outcasts. The poor lost people. Won't anyone hear our pleas? Won't anyone console us, reassure us, be there for us? Lost in the dark. We're used to it now. As we look back to the church, still unchanging, we wonder, "Is this the God we're supposed to love?" Which is scarier, the horrors of the world or the horrors of the "church"?