My mother, who is very religious, still doesn't call me by my name. Says I'm an abomination and won't acknowledge it. (I'm trans)
I had lot of esteem issues that stemmed from the church. They tried to cast my "demons" out multiple times. My mental health issues were seen as me not trusting God enough to heal me. I didn't have enough faith apparently. If I just believed harder, spent more time in church and prayer, God would save me. Easter reminds me that I wasn't strong enough, that only Jesus could save my life. I was going to hell because I was born into an abusive home and couldn't cope with the trauma and the life God apparently destined me to live in. It never sat right with me. The church I was in was very manipulative. Multiple conversion therapies were push on me. Multiple exorcism. The church eventually gave up and disowned me, I was too much hard work. Everyone stopped talking me.
It's hard to have positive memories of my Easters. Most were at church begging to God to fix things. As a child is was begging God to save me from my family. Then it became me begging him to save me from myself.
God couldn't save me. He doesn't exist. Once I got out I realised only I could save myself. I had the power to determine my life. It wasnt predestined to be filled with trauma and fail. My life wasn't gods mistake. Free from the churches abuse and control I slowly learnt how to accept myself and my life. I'm not some sinner needing to be saved. I'm just some person who was in a lot of pain and just needed love and support.