Lucretia MacEvil wrote:Oh, my, give her a break. I was once determined to be re-baptized myself, but once I got a taste of being on the outside, there was no way in heck. Why should she sacrifice herself, and just how much could she change things anyway? She can do just as much good on the outside.
When I left the church, I called one of my closest friends, who had left the church a number of years before. I told him that, although I knew it wasn't true, I still thought it was a good, positive influence in my life. I said, "I still love the church." He laughed and said, "Give it a few months."
It wasn't until I was out that I realized just how unhappy I'd been. All my life I told myself over and over that I was happy and it was the church that made me happy. When I no longer needed to tell myself that, it became pretty obvious just how unhappy I was. Thankfully, I found a good therapist and medication, and I'm fine. I sometimes think that I never would have confronted my chronic depression if I'd stayed in the church, and I wonder if I'd still be alive.
Even if by some bizarre chance the church turns out to be true, I can't imagine going back to that life. No, thank you.