Finding God Again Without the Weight of Religion
In 2025, I began rediscovering my faith in a way I never had before. What I realized surprised me, but it also explained so much of the ache I had carried for years: It wasn’t God who hurt me. It was religion. It was religious people. God did not wound me with shame. He did not silence my questions. He did not punish my curiosity or confusion. People did. Somewhere along the way, faith became tangled with fear. Rules were louder than relationship. Correction came before compassion. Instead of being drawn closer to God, I learned to associate Him with heaviness, guilt, and the constant feeling of “not being enough.” So I stepped away. Not fully from God, but from the version of Him I had been given. Healing from Religious Trauma and Rediscovering Faith What I’ve come to see in my adulthood is this: God never left. He waited. When I finally returned to Scripture with fresh eyes, I didn’t find a God eager to shame me for my mistakes. I found a God who gently showed me why ...