09/30/2025
Growing up in fundamentalist Evangelical Christianity, I felt like my mom’s emotions and overall well-being were my responsibility.
If she was upset, I believed it was my job to figure out what the problem was and then fix it.
At the same time, I carried the immense weight of following every religious rule perfectly because I didn’t want her to have the burden of fearing for my eternal soul if I stepped out of line.
🔥 In fact, I hid my deconversion journey for many years because I didn’t want her to have emotional distress around whether I might be going to hell.
This double burden of emotional caretaking and religious perfection meant I rarely had space to even notice my own needs, let alone honor them.
My identity became wrapped up in managing others’ feelings and spiritual expectations rather than developing my own sense of self.
And it took years of healing to realize how much of myself I had been putting aside.
Looking back, I can see how this enmeshment wasn’t just about close family bonds but also about the blurred boundaries that made it impossible to separate my worth from my compliance.
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