Believing in the Christian God is not a cure for everything that plagues your mind, body and soul. It’s not a fast-track to spiritual happiness. It doesn’t solve all your problems.
You can’t just open your Bible, start reading, and expect, say, your childhood traumas to suddenly evaporate. Because they won’t. That matrix of psychological suckdom will still be there, waiting to swallow you right up, the moment you close that book.
So very much about the lives of so many people is, in one way or another, wrapped up in dealing with—in essentially trying to resolve—issues from their childhood: when they were abused, neglected, traumatized. That grueling sort of emotional legacy from childhood is real. It lasts within us our whole lives long, hurting us, wrecking us, poisoning us.