I'm an adult male who has questioned the logic of God and Islam from a young age.
I'd hate to slander the religion, so I won't, in an effort not to upset other Muslim users. I don't want to spread my pain to other Muslims. I just want help.
Before we begin, I'll give you some context.
I am an academic and I'd like to adopt the scientific problem solving skills I have learned from my studies. But that alone doesn't make you happy.
This isn't islamophobia. I would believe in it if I could. But I can't. I've tried so many times.
Before I had my mental breakdown, becoming hospitalised, my parents saw me as the "perfect" child.
I never went out with my friends, I didn't have a phone and I was studying daily. But there was a catch, pay attention students as this is a perfect example of burnout.
I became depressed as when I lost my religion, I realised that whatever I did, whether I became the CEO of Microsoft to becoming a homeless person, sitting outside a shop, it didn't matter. I was going to leave this earth anyway.
Then I started to realise I had no childhood. I was a lonely boy.
I also felt like I was living a double life. A lie. My parents, my mum especially, would ask me to pray with her. I couldn't tell anyone. But I did, feeling like a liar.
I had an unhealthy way of releasing the pain, which I won't mention because it goes against TSR's T&Cs.
I moved to a sixth form and things started to spiral downwards.
I got sectioned.
There were numerous incidents I've had where I, well, wouldn't have been here anymore.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and EUPD.
Today I am doing my A levels and I plan to study medicine.
But I just feel cold when it comes to myself. I feel like I don't have a purpose and I'm just another figure. One day my heart will stop beating and that's it. I will cease to exist.
That goes for my loved ones. My mum. My dad. My siblings.
I have a profound anxiety about my family though. So I'll ring them constantly. Everyday. Even when they're working just so I know that they're OK.
My question is, how would an atheist coming from a devout Muslim family deal with this lack of identity and belonging, live a happy life?
If I tell my family they will disown me.
In reflection from my support staff and therapists, I seek this acceptance from doing things for people. Spending crazy amounts of money on people who live with me. Sometimes I won't leave the room because I thing people will talk about me. Sometimes I'll hear words that sound like other words and think people are talking about me.
I want to help people, partly because I want them to like me and so I feel accepted.
Sorry for the essay I've written,
Please help.