There and Back, Part 11: Religion for Drugs

This entry in this blog's "There and Back" series is actually someone else's story:

It's significant that I started this 'blog very soon after my "reversion" (I'm starting to hate that word), when I was predisposed to think of it as the fruit of those same graces I liked to call (following God knows whose non-Catholic tradition) my "second Pentecost." It never crossed my mind that Sancta Sanctis might be a symptom of something else. Yet the fact is that inasmuch as this 'blog became a major expression of my Catholicism, my Catholicism became little more than a serious hobby, which is what all non-professional 'blogging is.

Now, the last truly serious hobby I had before this was my study of the occult. If I had known about 'blogging at that time, Sancta Sanctis might now be trying to live down an "Aquarian" older sister 'blog. Think of an addict substituting religion for drugs: I was like that, except that I substituted an intellectually rigorous religion for the mind games of the occult. Indeed, as long as I kept writing about my Catholicity and putting up an intellectual front, I could mask that truth about myself, from myself. Religion may not be the opiate of the masses, but it has some sedative properties where I am concerned.

-- Enbrethiliel, making a brief and provocative appearance on her mostly-now-defunct blog, Sancta Sanctis.  Read her whole story here.