@KNOWITALL What keeps me going through adversity without religion?
As a teenager, I struggled (as many teens do) with a “big D” Depression that went undiagnosed because my parents didn’t believe in mental health care. If it drives the point home further, my sister is an undiagnosed dyslexic, and my brother got kicked out of the Army when they diagnosed him Bipolar with suicidal tendencies.
At that time, when I wasn’t actually within the walls of the church, I used escapism fantasy to “get away” from my home life. Since I didn’t have friends (within the church I was too “weird”, outside the church I was… well, the good little church-girl who wasn’t allowed to do anything), I played D&D (mostly alone), wrote stories… It was a way to be free inside my own mind and in my books, to have adventures that a life basically sequestered in my bedroom did not allow me to have.
The pastor, my stepfather’s brother, found out about my novel writing. All of a sudden there was a month-long series of sermons about how witchcraft was infecting our children through games and novels. Of course this needed to be stopped. And as a Sunday School teacher and youth leader, I was expected to be the first to step up and give up the “fantasy worlds”.
All of a sudden, my coping mechanism was gone. Feeling a sort of withdrawal from it, I asked for a meeting with the pastor and his wife, to discuss ways to get around the loss I was feeling. They didn’t even take me seriously. Of course, these people never had a serious hobby ripped right out from under them, so they had no idea what it was like. “Just get over it. It’s not that big a deal”. Ok. You just told me that my goal in life – to become a published novelist – will anger God and send me to hell. Not only am I losing a hobby and the only method I have to be happy in my daily life, but I have to redesign my entire life plan – the college I want to attend, the major I’ll focus on (Science? out. Writing? out. Guess I’ll just go to Bible school and get my “Mrs. degree”.)
And this was all five or six years before I started questioning whether God was real.
I suppose to answer your question, I haven’t felt a great amount of adversity since I left religion. Most of the battles I’ve fought have been within the religion itself, trying to reconcile real life with the insanity that is Biblical Fundamentalism. But when I do have a hard day, and I need a break from it all, I don’t need to feel guilty about picking up a cheesy novel and a cup of coffee and escaping reality for an hour or so.