BobbyPellitt
Leap of Faith
- Sep 4, 2019
- 83
I'm raised in a catholic family. My parents are very active members of the church, we never miss the Sunday mass and always pray the rosary at least once a week. As a kid, when things would get hard in life, I would pray to God. However, things only got worse and I've realized that "hope for a better future" is nothing but an illusion. Now I don't really believe in God anymore, but a small part of me still do believe in the idea of God, and hated it. In my room, my parents placed a small portrait of the Christian God. Ever since moving back to my parents, every time I wake up I would literally spit on the portrait of God. I know it's childish and doesn't really do anything, but it gives me a sense of relief, cursing the life God has given me, and if God somehow existed, I fucking hated him. I also realized that rejecting God or life itself by having suicidal thoughts, gives my powerless and insignificant self a sense of control in life. Anyone else here grew up in a religious family but ended up hating God?