When I was a Christian, other Christians would tell me that I didn't pray properly, I prayed for the wrong things, I didn't have enough faith in God, and I had unrepented sins in my life that prevented God from answering my prayers. The vast majority of my prayers, however, were asking or pleading with God to help me better cope with my PTSD, which was the result of childhood trauma. I asked for mental stability and relief from the ever-persistent emotional pain. And when I was a child and teenager, I used to pray and ask or plead with God to stop the abuse I was suffering and protect me from my abusive mother and older brother, or I'd pray about the bullying and harassment I was suffering in school. Despite my prayers and my immense faith in God, all of my prayers went unanswered, and I suffered abuse for 13 1/2 years and was bullied and harassed for the 12 years I was in school (read my story
here).
I genuinely believed in God and trusted in him for 40 years, and it was a total waste of my time. I was a devout Christian for 30 years, and I believed in God for 10 years before I became a Christian. I was barely seven years old when I first prayed to God, asking him to stop my adoptive mother from hurting me. I remember telling God that my mother hurts me when she hits me. I told him that she hits me and screams at me, and she told me that I was a bad child.
However, God never answered that prayer or any of the countless prayers I prayed as a child and teenager, asking him to protect me from my abusive mother and older brother, who both would hit me, bully me, degrade me, and threaten me. But, like my extended family, the neighbors, my teachers at school, the pastor and congregation at church, and everyone else in town who knew I was being abused, God never lifted a finger to defend and save me from being abused at home and bullied at school on a daily basis. Despite the abuse and bullying I was suffering at home and in school, I still sincerely believed in God and continued to pray to him for most of my life. I recall sitting in church while growing up and listening to a pastor talk about God's love and mercy and how we can pray in Jesus' name and he will help us. I remember thinking about what was wrong with me and why God didn't love me.
I remember thinking about how often I sincerely prayed to God (completing the prayer with "in Jesus' name"), asking him to protect me, but nothing ever happened. I was abused at home for 13 1/2 years, and I endured bullying at school for 12 years. I recall some Christians telling me it was my fault that I was abused, bullied, and mistreated while growing up, either because I had unconfessed sin in my life (which evidently prevented God from protecting me) or because I lacked significant faith in God's ability to save me. And while that was hurtful, it was nothing in comparison to having a pastor call me a "cursed soul" and tell me that God hates me and that I suffered abuse because God was punishing me for the sins of my biological parents. He told me that there was nothing I could do to stop God from hating me. I believed him since the Bible states God hates and teaches about generational sins.
I began to genuinely believe in God when I was almost 7 years old, after I went to church with my aunt. I eventually became a Christian when I was 17, and I renounced my Christian faith and belief in God when I was 47. I was finally honest enough to acknowledge and admit to myself that believing in God and having faith and trust in him was completely worthless and a total waste of my time. But I have no doubt that renouncing my belief and faith in God was the best decision that I've ever made for my mental health and emotional well-being. It is only second to the decision I made shortly after turning 18 to confront my abusive mother and brother. I saved myself from all the abuse I endured. God had nothing to do with it. I learned that I don't need God.
In all the years I was a devout Christian, I had never seen, experienced, or interacted with God. I knew and know plenty of Christians who claimed to feel his "presence" in their lives, but I never felt it, and it wasn't for a lack of trying either. In my case, believing in God by faith didn't exactly work out for me, nor did years of dedicated and earnest prayer to God. This is why I consider my belief and faith in God to be a total waste of my time. I'd like to share more of my experience of disavowing my belief and faith in God as well as leaving Christianity. Read it
here. I hope my story comforts you. You are not alone.