When I reached the point of agnosticism and was nearing atheism, I ended up in a synagogue. It was my last resort. If I didn't find the truth I'd stop looking. Many wondered why the Lord led me there and not to a church. The reasons are similar to the ones you shared in your OP.
I needed a respite that provided a space for discovery without argument or judgment. I needed to figure things out in a loving atmosphere. I was vulnerable and emotional spent. I needed love. Not religion.
If I went to a local church it would have been easy to fall through the cracks. No one would know. They didn't possess the intimacy and hand holding I received elsewhere. If I missed a week no one would notice. Learning with the same group and experiencing God in our togetherness within the space, fellowship, and meals was instrumental.
It immersed me in a degree of community I'd never experienced. I felt a depth of belonging I've never known in a religious setting. When I returned to church there was lots to do. The services were nice. But I was withering inside. I didn't know it until I attended a Rosh HaShanah service.
I looked around and saw the familiar elements and behaviors. We started to sing and I began to weep. The dam broke and the ache spilled out. I was confronting the oneness and connection I lacked. I was home and my spirit responded.
I learned an important lesson through that experience. What feeds my soul may differ from the next. If I allow well-meaning people to convince me to do things that appear right in their mind, but are in opposition to God's plans; I'll falter. I can't allow reason to do the same.
God isn't afraid to color outside the lines. His thoughts aren't our thoughts. His ways aren't our ways. Sometimes we forget that.
I would address the matter in prayer and fasting. Some people can thrive in environments others would flounder in. We need to be fed and nourished. You need to find your home. He knows the way. Ask Him.
Yours in His Service,
~bella