My rosary, represents who I am and what I believe in. Growing up I've never really thought about what religion I was, nor did I care, or was too young to understand it. I think much of it was because partly because I didn't believe God was real. As I grew up, and was in a Catholic church school, I remember at one point when I was begging to God at my lowest, wondering if I would ever be okay. After that night, things really turned around for me. I am really grateful for that.  I started growing and talking to him, always having faith he would talk back. I have indeed faded away from him sometimes, but no matter what I'll always come running back to him. I feel like I always have failed into sin, and sometimes think God would be mad at me, so I refused to talk to him. Yet, I now realize, even if you did sin, you can always come back, and God will accept you.  

– T.N

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