Has religion ever brought you happeniness?

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In my whole life, I don't think I've ever met a person for whom religion was a source of happiness. My wife spent her religious years constantly afraid that reality was beset by demons, that every knock and rattle in the dark was a ghost, or a monster, because that's what her particular religious teachings were: demons were real, there were supernatural forces out to get you if you showed a moment's weakness, and god would not save you because free will. My mother in law spent years unhappily married because her weird asshole of an ex husband kept threatening her with hell if she divorced and displease a god who, coincidentally, just happened to like whatever he wanted. My brother in law alternates between depending on his family for support and lashing out at us for daring to not believe in the things his god wants, to the point that he's alienated absolutely every one of us. That previously mentioned ex husband, my wife's father, has essentially disappeared, waiting for god to kill him.

At every turn, I don't see religion bringing happiness. I see it sharply defining and enabling the destructive behaviors of others, only making life worse for them. In a couple of cases, it's downright destroyed them.