This long and jumbly bcs I can't think too straight about it all...
I used to be a big-time Christian, but my husband was extremely abusive (also a Christian) and the trauma of this destroyed my faith
HOwever, however-many-years later, I've started going back to church (long story). So here I am. It's hard going guys, I can tell you.
I found a really funky, arty church (yay) and really felt I could relate to these people. It is quite fundamentalist I guess - which is just-about OK (I can just about cope bcs there's some brilliant, solid stuff in it) - but all the trauma from the past (which I ran from) is still here, thumping away.
I feel confused about God tbh - I still have a residual resentment about my terrible, horrifying marriage. Also the hell I went through after I left my husband (he never did stop abusing me; and the entire world - and church - thought he was the most charming, wonderful man imagineable - 'a true Christian' [puke]. I have forgiven him now (took a long time to get to that!), but it was all extremely difficult and painful at the time). HOwever, I'd like to get to know God again and don't know how. HOw do you do it? I'm talking strategy here - I think I need a strategy. I think Jesus is absolutely fantastic - can't even put into words what I think about him - but I still don't know how to get close to him. I know he understands my bitterness, and all the hurt and damage, and I know full well he wants me healed.
The problem is that I don't feel 'heard' at this church tbh. I've fallen in the doors, in a bit of a state tbh, and they seem to be quite dismissive of me tbh. I recently volunteered for the soup run (something I've always wanted to do) and one of the leaders looked alarmed and said 'oh... well... you can prepare the food but I don't think you should go out' (!). I was so surprised by this, and asked the others if they had had a similar thing (I was careful to keep it light). They were all surprised and said, no, they had gone straight in to doing the full soup run.
I have asked for prayer and the same two people seem to appear from nowhere - the pastor's wife and this leader who said I shouldn't go out on the soup run. I feel very patronised by them and kind of 'held back'. I feel judged by them, and it's making me ill.
I have found that since going back to church I am struggling with anxiety and also feeling very unsettled. I don't feel accepted by these people, which is unsettling me a great deal. In the months/years leading up to actually realising I needed to find a church, I felt a great deal of peace as I gradually got closer to God. Going to this church seems to have done my head in, and peace is the last thing I feel
It could be that I am very challenged by being close to Christians again (for very good reason). But the last time the 'dynamic duo' prayed for me, I experienced a lot of emotional pain for the rest of the day (doubled up) - it wasn't wholesome pain iyswim AT ALL. I felt wounded by these women somehow. They act like I'm a wierdo and odd - even dangerous?(omg, that sounds SO paranoid doesn't it? [BLUSH]). They are suspicious of me (threatened?) - which isn't doing my confidence a whole lot of good!
Recently someone in the fellowship committed suicide () but the truth about how she died is not being told - the official version is that she died of liver failure (which is true if you've taken an overdose!). Someone told me the truth, and I carefully mentioned it to one of the leaders, who refused to talk about it at all, and seemed very hostile. I am alarmed by this. But maybe it is the wish of the husband and children that the truth of how she died is not broadcast?
I'm not telling you the good bits (sorry) but I suppose my concerns are alarming me tbh. I don't feel I can approach the 'dynamic duo', expressing how, say, I felt after they prayed for me; asking them about the soup run thing (how wierd was that?). The leader said she said it 'to protect me'. Hey, I'm not a hospital patient. I ended up doing the soup run (bcs the leader that night said 'this is ridiculous - of course you can come!').
I think I need to talk to them, but I dread it. When I talk to them it's as if I'm talking to a brick wall - a wall of prejudice or something like that...
I realise I'm blurting this all out - sorry. It's just causing me such a lot of anxiety. Any suggestions? Does anything come through in what I've written?
Please don't judge me - I am trying to get this right. I'm not pointing my finger at any of these people - we're all trying to get through the best we can. All I'm saying is that these people are hurting me, I find them really painful.