It’s been heavy for me breaking away from those 34 year old beliefs. But I feel I can be me finally. The real me. Not a facade or mask. My family tries to shame me for not believing. But I just couldn’t do it anymore. It’s affected my self esteem and battle with depression. I am NOT a sinner in need of a savior. I am good because I exist and I AM me.
34 years of believing in God. But I am finally critically thinking. I can no longer do it. But it’s been overwhelming to deconstruct. It’s all I’ve ever known. My family shames me. My friends question who I am without God. They say I never really believed. It’s seems to be in minority especially in the USA to not be a Christian.
For 34 years, I believed in God because it was the thing I was raised/taught to do. Not to question it. It was the truth. And I needed God to be a good person and not go to hell. I’m going to be 35 and I am doubting everything about my 34 year old beliefs. I’ve “prayed” for years and years and heard nothing. I’ve sought out God and felt nothing.
For 34 years, I believed in God because it was the thing I was raised/taught to do. Not to question it. It was the truth. And I needed God to be a good person and not go to hell. I’m going to be 35 and I am doubting everything about my 34 year old beliefs. I’ve “prayed” for years and years and heard nothing. I’ve sought out God and felt nothing.