I was heavily involved in a faith for about a decade. It gave me identity, meaning and a purpose.
I ignored the ways I disagreed with it but the pressure of all that cognitive dissonance built up. Eventually I left.
This was years ago but it affects how I think about my life. I feel like I put a huge amount of time and energy into something that no longer matters to me.
Life is a journey and I would be a different person without that decade. But I wish I could look back at it fondly as a youthful adventure rather than a waste of my youth.
If you were once very committed to a faith and are now a different person living without it, what stories do you tell yourself about your past?