I remember watching the torture scenes from The Passion of Christ when I was 3 but it didn’t do anything because I didn’t know what blood and torture was.

But then like 1st grade or 2nd grade or some shit, I remember my mom would constantly show me these photos of Mary statues weeping blood.

Imagine just understanding what blood and death is, and seeing an inanimate object with a realistic face, that’s fucking slightly smiling and staring at you, and there’s blood flowing down its face. And your mom keeps going on about how miraculous and amazing and wonderful it is and how this woman bleeding from her eyes loves you.

I genuinely started to think everyone has gone batshit insane and became too afraid to sleep because my bedroom was filled with crucifixes and Mary statues and drawings