It would give me happiness in small doses. Sometimes, while praying or taking communion, I'd feel very "at peace", but it wasn't a continual experience for me.
In addition, it also included a lot of guilt, confusion, and dread. Toward the end of when I stopped believing, I was haunted by this dread that I was failing a test and dooming myself to hell. That was no fun, and I was glad to be rid of it.
In addition, it also included a lot of guilt, confusion, and dread. Toward the end of when I stopped believing, I was haunted by this dread that I was failing a test and dooming myself to hell. That was no fun, and I was glad to be rid of it.