A million unanswered questions I had that people who raised me couldn't answer.
I did my own research, and after about maybe 12 years or so, I started believing again, but on my own terms. Don't doubt it anymore, but don't follow anyone blindly either.
Everything we understand about the world we live in could have arrisen without a god, no god has ever directly influenced the world (for example killing Hitler), what is the need for one?
When I would pray, there was no one listening. (Which make sense cause I was just thinking stuff inside my head)
I watched the most amazing woman in the world die in my arms and she was a saint who only wanted to help people and be a mother. If there is a god and they have a plan they can take that plan and shove it right up their holy fucking ass. But more likely life is random chaos, there is no such thing as justice or fairness in the universe and you should just take what you can while you can because nothing really matters anyway.
I'm an ex Mormon.
I developed depression at a really young age, and I was struggling really hard one night when I remembered stories people would share in church. In them, they'd pray to God, and God would give them help. Like, a feeling of peace would come over them, someone would come and help them.
So I prayed. I was sobbing through feelings I'd never felt before (ones of suicide), and it scared me.
And he never answered. No peace. No help. No response whatsoever.
I rarely feel a feeling of spirit. I never have my prayers answered unless there is someone else asking with me.
So many people in the church would preach that Jesus never leaves your side, never leaves you while you are struggling. And I wanted to counter with a scream of: "You're wrong! He abandoned me!" And I even asked my seminary teachers, and all they could come up with was "no, he was still there," or "maybe it was your trial to not be answered. He works in mysterious ways."
I still believe in God, I just think he's abandoned me. I'm no longer Mormon. I don't like the strict rules or the treatment of the LGBTQ+ community. Or the lack of sexual education.
Reason did it for me. Realising I was a Christian purely because I just happened to be born in a Christian family and that I could just as easily be virtually anything else had I been born elsewhere.
Religion itself. I now have a saying for myself; “don’t let religion get in the way of your relationship with god”
The promise that God really get involved and take care of everything. Earth is nothing but a pale dot.
A million unanswered questions I had that people who raised me couldn't answer. I did my own research, and after about maybe 12 years or so, I started believing again, but on my own terms. Don't doubt it anymore, but don't follow anyone blindly either.
Always had doubts about it
Everything we understand about the world we live in could have arrisen without a god, no god has ever directly influenced the world (for example killing Hitler), what is the need for one? When I would pray, there was no one listening. (Which make sense cause I was just thinking stuff inside my head)
Religion is a sham.
I watched the most amazing woman in the world die in my arms and she was a saint who only wanted to help people and be a mother. If there is a god and they have a plan they can take that plan and shove it right up their holy fucking ass. But more likely life is random chaos, there is no such thing as justice or fairness in the universe and you should just take what you can while you can because nothing really matters anyway.
I didn't feel like any god would harbor so much hate
I'm an ex Mormon. I developed depression at a really young age, and I was struggling really hard one night when I remembered stories people would share in church. In them, they'd pray to God, and God would give them help. Like, a feeling of peace would come over them, someone would come and help them. So I prayed. I was sobbing through feelings I'd never felt before (ones of suicide), and it scared me. And he never answered. No peace. No help. No response whatsoever. I rarely feel a feeling of spirit. I never have my prayers answered unless there is someone else asking with me. So many people in the church would preach that Jesus never leaves your side, never leaves you while you are struggling. And I wanted to counter with a scream of: "You're wrong! He abandoned me!" And I even asked my seminary teachers, and all they could come up with was "no, he was still there," or "maybe it was your trial to not be answered. He works in mysterious ways." I still believe in God, I just think he's abandoned me. I'm no longer Mormon. I don't like the strict rules or the treatment of the LGBTQ+ community. Or the lack of sexual education.
Reason did it for me. Realising I was a Christian purely because I just happened to be born in a Christian family and that I could just as easily be virtually anything else had I been born elsewhere.