Organized Religion, Part 2

This is another aspect of organized religion that I have a huge problem with. I remember growing up that this aspect brought me comfort, knowing that there was someone who held all of the keys and spoke for God in this world. But the older I got, when I came to realize who I was and that God intended me to be this way, it wasn't a choice, along with a host of other issues, including the one mentioned in this article, I came to realize that this is a false comfort. There is a reason God ripped the veil of the temple after our Savior's death on the cross. It was men who "spoke for God" among the Jewish faith, "the one and only true religion" that put him on that cross. There is a reason why God has said time and time again, "I am not a respecter of persons!" I will be coming out with my own story soon, but in light of recent events, I wanted to share this article.

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Organized Religion & Personality Disorders

Here is a link to an excellent article about the correlation between religion & personality disorders. I fully agree with this article and I can relate specifically to the OCD and Co-Dependent sections of the article. I will post more later about my own personal experiences.

"When Personality Flaws Hide Behind Religion"

Wake Up Liberals

Your Sexual Rights

You Are Important

I have suffered from depression most of my life as well as suffered with social anxiety, which worsened as I got closer to adolescence. I know what it is like to walk into a room and feel totally alone. Feel like no one notices you. Until I moved to Utah when I was 16, I was made fun of my entire life. Called a fag, fatso, railroad track mouth (I had braces when I was growing up), spotted dick (I had freckles all over my face and body until I was about 10), you name it, I was called it. It took me until moving to Utah where I, through theater, found friends and acceptance. Despite that, I did come very close to suicide, I actually attempted it, unsuccessfully, by buying sleeping pills but fortunately for me, I was so depressed and down that my body and brain shut down and I fell into a coma for two days, basically saving my life, thanks to a very dear friend who came banging on my door after those two days, wanting to know if I was okay. All of this because I couldn't accept my self as a gay man and felt unloved and unwanted.

No matter what you are going through, remember, YOU matter!!! Your presence on this planet is VITAL!!! You are important!!! You have so much to give to the world, to the people around you. Just reach out and someone will find you, will help you! All you have to do is ask! Don't take a permanent step towards solving a temporary problem!!! You are loved, even if you don't know it or believe it!