I wanted to start this blog by introducing myself. I’m a 27-year-old wife and mother who has lived all over the U.S. I spent most of my childhood in the South, with a few years in the Midwest, and now I find myself back here again.

I grew up in a hyper-fundamentalist religious environment, which has made my relationship with God… complicated. From ages 18 to 21, I went through a phase of deep spiritual confusion, indulging in everything the “world” had to offer. It was a time of highs and lows—some of the best and worst moments of my life. Looking back, I have a much kinder perspective on that younger version of myself. I was wild, reckless, and full of life, but I also wonder—was I just trying to bury the trauma and pain from my childhood? Maybe.

Now, at 27, I find myself asking deeper questions about life and its meaning. I know God exists, but does He actually care? The amount of suffering in this world is overwhelming, and I struggle to reconcile that with the idea of a loving God. Death alone is something that chills me to my core. How could a God who loves us allow something so final? I know the typical Christian answer—“because of sin”—but if I’m being honest, that answer doesn’t satisfy me.

I’m not here to dismantle anyone’s faith. My goal is to be honest about my own struggles so that others realize they aren’t alone. Even as someone who attends church nearly every week, I wrestle with questions about death, God, and the afterlife. The older I get, the more questions I have.

So, let’s talk—what are some existential questions you’ve been struggling with lately?