Personal Narrative: Turning To Religion

One day, my mother noticed something was wrong with me. Usually, my mother and I don’t have a close relationship. She never tried to talk to me about what I was going through because I would shut her out. But, on this particular day, she told me “I don’t know what’s happening with you, but God is always here for you”. It was then that I realized I do have an alternative escape: religion. I began to go to church and be involved in my religion more. I prayed everyday to have the strength to get out of this relationship and never look back. I eventually broke up with him and moved on, happier than I’ve ever been before. It took a lot for me to get out of this relationship; I made this huge step all because I found relief in religion. It was at this point in my life that I decided nothing more mattered to me than to identify myself by my religion. It became who I am and how I live my life on a daily basis. Turning to religion provided meaning to my life. Before, I was hopeless and at the end. I felt as though my life was a horror movie on loop. Praying and being optimistic that someone was looking after me gave me the hope I needed to continue my life and be who and where I am today.
In this situation, my identity served as a coping mechanism. I was able to deal with the breakup and all that …show more content…
When I was younger, my parents were very strict about following my religion. In the Catholic religion, worshipping other gods is a “great sin”. In the Guyanese culture, you can find many individuals practicing the Hindu religion. My closest cousins were mostly Hindu. They would invite us to get-togethers and Hindu functions at their house. My parents never allowed my sisters and I to go, although most of the time the kids would play while the adults took part in the functions. I resented my parents for a long time because I believed they wanted to keep us away from having fun and being with my