OCD has been kicking my backside recently. Sometimes I laugh at how much I preach on my blog about religious rituals being illogical when I am finding it increasingly difficult to do things in multiples of three. Or why I fail to check electrical appliances just the once despite staring at them for so long before going to bed.
Why should I tell other people about the illogical nature of worship and religious ritual when I am easily the weirdest individual in my social circle?
Well, it’s because I understand it’s illogical. I don’t go about my life reassuring myself that what I do on a day to day basis is normal. I’m seeking help to relieve me of such burden.
I see so many people daily practice religious beliefs, sport religious clothing blatantly affecting daily life and refraining from activities that are morally sound for no other reason than religion.
This is why I am confident in my argument. From day one I have constantly battled with involuntary and incredibly strong, illogical urges to do things against my will. When I fight against them, with the help of therapy despite the immediate uncomfortable feeling, I have an overwhelmingly large weight lifted from my shoulders. This is the same experience I had leaving religion. You can spend your days living an irrational and uneccesarially fearful existence, or you can try to leave that behind.
I know what I would prefer.