I went through a similar thing in my early 20s. I grew up in an exceptionally Catholic household, and even thought I'd become a priest throughout high school. Over the past 5 years many of my beliefs have completely flipped. I still believe in goodness, virtue, and the need for mysticism, ritual, and sacrament (or something like it), but I reclaimed those things only after a period of disavowing nearly all of them. My emotional memory of the time before is nearly non-existent.
What's tough is seeing the people you knew before who stay the same, and realizing how little you have left in common with them. It's a challenge to keep in touch with them without falling back into old patterns, or trying to force them into new ones.
What's tough is seeing the people you knew before who stay the same, and realizing how little you have left in common with them. It's a challenge to keep in touch with them without falling back into old patterns, or trying to force them into new ones.
What of those loved ones who were themselves victimized, but can’t find the strength to redeem themselves? To give a personal example, my grandmother, who raised me, lives alone, and has a great deal of tension, shame, anxiety, guilt, fear…she’s so afraid of “messing up” and “doing the wrong thing.” Her mother gave her that. Her religion is her relief in this, and I am not inclined to take that away from her. However I feel guilty for being “better” than her in this regard, like I am duty-bound to see her saved as well. But I also feel the call to move on and do greater things. In a sense, I feel like if she HAD been abusive, it’d be easier for me to justify leaving her behind…but she wasn’t. She’s a kind old woman with no idea what she did to feel the way she does, and no way of knowing how to get out. I’ve spoken with her, but I cannot do the work for her, as much as I wish I could.