Are we allowing our own fear of being wrong to punish those who need our help the most?
About the Author
Raised secular, at 14 I turned to Christianity looking for direction after my father left. I remained a theist until I turned 30 when an attempt to defend my faith to another Christian showed there was no justification for either of our beliefs. In 2012, I was on the verge of suicide as a result of depression and an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. At the last moment, I challenged my perceptions, applying the skepticism that led me to atheism. Now in therapy, I find hope in helping others navigate through the doubt and confusion that had nearly drowned me.
Many religious claim that they get hope from their faith. I disagree.
I write this open letter, seeking advice as how to help a friend in an unhealthy relationship.
They say every journey begins with a single step. My fall into the waters of depression and overwhelming anxiety began with a trip.