I saw a meme somewhere “Jesus Loves Me, This I Know, Group Psychosis Tells Me So” and I just kept going with it. I could re-write it a bit, but . . . eh. Hell was a constant threat in our house when I was growing up. Demons were real. The Bible was literal truth. So I would memorize my required daily passages and say my little prayers and was relatively sure, by the age of 7 or 8, that there was nobody listening. Of course, that was because I was a bad girl. I would KNOW Jesus was with me if I was a good girl. (Note to reader: I had straight A’s. I was a prissy, shy, quiet, nervous mouse of a girl. I never talked back, never tried drugs, never really rebelled, – I was too terrified. I was the kind of GOOD girl everybody hates.) Religion is child abuse.