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A Religiously Knowledgeable Atheist’s Journey from Belief to Disbelief

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The news that atheists and agnostics know more about religion than most religionists is not news to those of us who have taken the journey from belief to disbelief. The focus on religious knowledge between believers and non-believers underscores the very emotional struggle many experience when looking for meaning in their lives, reasons to continue believing, evidence of truth, and (at the point when they realize they’re all alone) assurance that they aren’t alone.

I was born into and raised with Catholicism. I reached adulthood with more questions than answers, but I earnestly sought to find them. It never occurred to me how long the journey would be, who would abandon me on the way, or where I would end up. I looked hard and prayed often. I didn’t find anything to help me, and, in a bizarre twist I wasn’t expecting, I was instead shunned and distanced for what I was doing by those who could have, dare I say should have, been willing to help me most: priests, nuns, other Catholics including friends and family members. The community I’d come to know, love, and depend on wasn’t there for me. I wandered off without anyone’s objection. I studied other religions and in the course of doing so learned even more about my own religion.

My quest to build on and secure my relationship with God competed with my quest to overcome clinical depression. I didn’t have energy to do both, but I did both anyway. I couldn’t pray while battling the side effects of medication or the depression itself, although I did genuinely try. I could barely get myself out of bed to go to the bathroom, so doing dishes, mowing the lawn, or going to mass were out of the question. But I still prayed. I prayed for my husband and children because they, too, had been abandoned. Had I been afflicted with cancer or in a car wreck, someone would have checked on me. Had I died, there would have been people coming ’round with food. Depression and religious ambiguity are not on the list of things for which people will check on you. The thing I suffered with most was understood by only one other person, and she took me to the hospital. The other thing I suffered with was understood by no one.

There is no wandering around the world in a hospital, but there was definitely time to pray and let God do His thing—whatever that was going to be. I shared space with people whose plights were so much worse than my own I couldn’t believe there was a god who would allow (inflict?) such pain. Among them were those with schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, dissociative disorder, and a 20-year-old whose five-year old child was the product of her father having raped her. The first therapist assigned to me in the hospital sought my advice about her own experiences and depression. I reported her and had to start all over with another therapist. Fortunately there was also a night staff of intelligent, dry-witted psychiatric nurses and another depressed patient with whom I would become good friends if only within those walls.

It was in the hospital that I was brutally confronted with what my depression was doing to my husband. My kids were young. Visiting me in the hospital was an adventure to them in much the same way they remember our homelessness as lots of good times spent with mom driving around in the car. My husband didn’t understand what I was going through or how I’d gotten there, but he followed me nonetheless even as it scared him and threatened to weaken him as a man, a husband, and a father. He didn’t bring flowers. He brought tapes he’d made of my favorite music. To this day I don’t think he understands just how much he means to me and, even as I’ve done a great deal for him since, I don’t think he knows just how much more I’d be willing to do for him.

I would eventually be medicated and released, get only a little better, go back again and set to wander the religious interstate, as it were, one last time. I hoped and prayed all the way to the edge of my existence. When I got there, I was overwhelmed with how alone I was. No crickets. No whistling wind. No echo. No light, but also no darkness or depth. Was God here? I couldn’t tell. I was so ready for something, anything, but there was nothing.

About Diana Hartman

Diana is a USMC (ret.) spouse, mother of three and a Wichita, Kansas native. She is back in the United States after 10 years in Germany. She is a contributing author to Holiday Writes. She hates liver & motivational speakers. She loves science & naps.
  • John Lake

    Your depression sounds legendary and awful. As a kid I thought the Catholic view might be the obviously right one; only later did I begin to see the overwhelming strictness they taught. I was just a kid in grammar school, and already was told that even if I married, it was an under-the-covers, in the dark prospect that faced me in all matters of sex and sexuality. According to my teachers, I might as well forget about sex altogether, because most of what could be done, couldn’t be.
    Odd to report, in High School they came forward to say, “Ha,ha!! You didn’t really believe that, did you?” They really lightened up a lot, and when it all came out in the wash, we pretty much believe what most people believe; as long as it’s in the confines of marriage. Most of what can be done (by a married couple) can be done. I really mean it. They changed it.
    I often have wondered what it must be like for a Catholic kid who went on to the Public High. He or she never got the word! Still probably thinks just about everything is verboten!
    I hope that isn’t your situation. It would explain the depression.
    If you think I might be on to something, try talking to a priest. You might be surprised.
    One odd thing. I know the Catholics believe that sex is just for pro-creation (which doesn’t say much about love and bonding); but I never missed a day, and they never told me that.
    When I was a kid, canonization took generations. When John Paul died, they said they might be able to give him sainthood for sure before his birthday.
    The constant apologizing from the Vatican for abuse at the hands of religious bothered me.
    Now they have a confession application for cell phones.
    I’ve never seen a major religion self-destruct. But I think we may be seeing one doing that now.

  • Alan Kurtz

    What a harrowing story. I commend your courage in sharing it with us.

  • Alexandria Jackson

    I’m so glad you found peace within. When I watch “The Invention of Lying” I always say when he’s talking to his mom, “That’s how it started! That IS how people started the man in the sky. For comfort!” I thought it was a brilliant movie.

    Living with the ‘heavy blanket’ of depression (great analogy btw) is incredibly tough. I’m glad you were able to survive.

  • Christopher Rose

    Diana, you’ve always been one of my favourite writers – and people – at Blogcritics and your latest work reminds me of why.

    My wife was formerly Catholic and I was once a Methodist. Like you, we both suffered in our different ways at the hands of people who should have cared for us; happily, like you we have both found greater love and meaning in life outside the cruel deceptions practised by these churches.

    I hope your sense of peace and freedom never deserts you. Wishing you love and strength of purpose, you are a source of inspiration.

  • Frank

    Every animal that has ever lived on this planet has sex solely for procreation. To restrict humans to sex solely for procreation is to reduce humanity to the status of animals. Of course there are those who wish to do just that. I too was born into Catholocism. I made the big mistake of reading the bible. I have, over the years, read the bibles of every major religion and many of the minor ones. I also studied mythology and philosophy. I now know what I believe and why. On my journy I found God. My faith has become unshakable and it is not in the Catholic church. I am a non denominational Cristian. the problem is not with God but with organized religion which is more about earthly power than it is about our relationship with God.

  • Christopher Rose

    Frank, I agree with you that the organized religions of monotheism are a major problem, although I personally believe it is because they are based on the false notion of the very existence of the shared deity of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

    One point though, it isn’t actually correct that all animals have sex solely for the purpose of breeding, there are many species that find pleasure in sexual activity. This article from Wikipedia on animal sexual behaviour is a reasonable place to start. It is useful to recall that humans are animals too and, from my spiritual perspective, all life is intricately and intimately connected.

  • charles

    evocatively written and well appreciated, thank you for sharing part of your story…now when do I get to read the full thing in bound hardcover format??

  • Brian aka Guppusmaximus

    This is a BIG thank you, Diana, for sharing your journey with us. A real journey that wasn’t made up to make people feel weak & fearful like religion does. No, you have made it clear that people can go through such torment & trouble and pull themselves through…by their own power & hopefully with some help from others. It’s people that help or hinder people. NOT a fictional creature of sorts.

    I, too, have had and still do, on occasion, bouts of sanity shattering Anxiety. It started when I was 18 (now 36) and the first time around it was almost a 24/7 battle for 6 months straight. Back then they really didn’t have the meds they do now,but, funny enough, I can’t take the meds they have now because it makes it worse for me…seriously.

    Anyways, my point is that I came to the same realization that I have to make it on my own. No one will ever truly know what I go through,but, I have the power to change things. I don’t need some silly crutch to help me overcome the difficult times in my life. Your story, my story and many other people’s stories are proof that people have the power within themselves to make things better for everyone!!


  • Abram

    You’re one of the bravest people I know. Thank you.

  • Chris

    Thank you so much for sharing your story. There is much in it that I can relate to. My emancipation from religion and recovery from the toll that it exacted from me as a child is ongoing. I felt humiliated and angry as well, and I am still trying to come to terms with the anger. As an Atheist, I experience freedom, personal responsibility, true joy, and and live a genuine life; it is wonderful.