Thanks for sharing.I remember being around 3 or 4 years old and attending church with my parents, and hearing the pastor saying that people who believe in Jesus go to Heaven and those who don't believe in Jesus go to Hell. I remember this caused me some distress even as a toddler, and I remember asking myself if I believed in Jesus or not. I wasn't sure but I tried to convince myself that I did. Throughout the rest of my childhood I took religion very seriously and suffered from an intense fear of Hell. I was never convinced that God existed, but I would pray to him more than 10 times a day, either confessing my "sins" or thanking him for the "blessings" that he supposedly gave me. I remember my grandpa and my parents acted concerned about me when I was around 10 or 11 years old because they noticed that I would literally jump out of my chair and start whispering words at the ceiling. Apparently they didn't realize that I was just being a good Christian and taking their religion seriously and praying to the god that they taught me to believe in and fear. I now realize that this behavior was irrational, destructive to my quality of life, and arguably mentally ill, as is all religious behavior in my opinion. I am open minded and agnostic (I don't claim to know anything with absolute certainty), but I currently believe that all religions and gods are manmade constructs.
Your post did make me think of my OCD. While not Religious for me, for many it is: What is OCD & Scrupulosity | International OCD Foundation.