Finally Found My Religion.

So, here’s a warning: if you are not open-minded to religion or spirituality, I highly suggest you skip over this post.  It may be touchy for some people as well. I am not trying to push my religion on anyone. I’m just blogging about it because I can.

There. Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I suppose I can talk about my religion and why it was so hard to find it.

I was a Christian, and what really bothered me was that I felt guilty all of the time.  I felt guilty for experimenting with religions like Buddhism, and I always cried a whole lot.  It’s because of that guilt that I called myself a Christian.  I felt anxious because I had to go to church and that made me feel even more worthless.  Needless to say, this whole religion did nothing but strike fear in me.  It didn’t help my depression and it didn’t help my anxiety.

Now, I experimented with Wicca, which is a branch of Paganism.  I loved that religion.  I suppose that it helped my mental state of psychosis really well.  I meditated, which helped my anxiety and depression.  I felt a certain connection with it. It’s hard to explain… But I really did like it.

Actually, I like it so much that I’m switching to it.  I think it’s a wise decision, in my opinion.  Religion is supposed to better you, not make you feel worthless inside.