I grew up believing in God, in heaven and hell, in sin and redemption. But one day, everything changed. It wasn’t a sudden realization, but a slow, painful process.
I started asking questions that no one could answer. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why does faith demand blind devotion? The more I searched for answers, the more cracks I saw in everything I was taught.
One day, I simply stopped praying. And nothing happened. No lightning bolts. No divine punishment. Just silence. And in that silence, I found my own truth.
Losing faith isn’t just about belief—it’s about losing a part of yourself. And now, I don’t know who I am anymore.
