So...a coworker and friend of mine said I needed some church. I joked around, saying I'd probably burst into flames as soon as I stepped into one. He was all wide-eyed and asked why.
I told him I was joking...but gave him a real reason why I don't attend church; I was force-fed a doctrine I didn't agree with and which ultimately lead to my moving out of my parents house in a very abrupt manner, despite their protests. My own mother told me I was going to hell, as well as called me a coward, a liar, a sneak, and a harlot. I told him all I believe in now is that there is a God up there somewhere...he nodded in understanding.
I don't know if I'll ever find my way back to Christ...but a part of me still hopes that in the end I'm found to be one of the few that makes my way to heaven.