Hey Reddit,
I grew up deep in the Bible Belt, in a very Baptist household surrounded by Christian influence at every turn. For a long time, I believed I was Baptist too — it was all I knew, and questioning it felt terrifying.
But as I got older, I started feeling a disconnect. I was scared to let go of my faith. it felt like I was betraying my family and everything I’d ever known.
Eventually, I stepped away and identified as agnostic for a while, then leaned into atheism. But honestly, that didn’t feel right either. I knew I didn’t believe what I was raised with, but I also missed having faith in something
Then I stumbled across Paganism and it just clicked. For the first time, I felt like I’d come home. It was freeing, grounding, and deeply personal.
Not all of my family understands. Some are supportive, some are just… quiet about it. Others, not so much. But I’ve learned to be proud, and I’m lucky that my husband is fully supportive.
Blessed be.