I Am Not Religious

I'm not religious. I used to be a believer, though. I miss having the belief that someone was always there for me, to help me through life. I know what this means. The only person helping me through it was myself. I had it in me all along. Despite knowing that, I don't believe I can do it alone, at least not at this time. I've been through so much these recent years, and I rarely have the motivation to get up in the morning. When I see people who just "give it to God" and move on, I start to feel some jealousy. That used to be me. I remember an article a few years ago that discussed a study of people of faith. The study concluded that people of faith are happier. (I'll find that article and post it later.) It was true for me, compared to me now. Of course, I can't just go back to believing. I don't want to go into details for why I'm no longer a believer. I don't believe that's relevant to this particular post. Besides, I think that'll be obvious to some people. Maybe I'll share that later on. Anyhow, this was on my mind tonight, so I wanted to share it. Writing it all out and sharing it often helps.