I was raised in a Southern Christian home inside a Black family where belief was unstable and overwhelming. Both of my parents were confused in different ways and the home felt emotionally and spiritually unsafe. My father was distant and atheist in practice. My mother lived in intense spiritual language where Christian devotion mixed with esoteric figures and symbolic entities like Asmodeus and Lilith. She spoke and prayed in ways that made it feel like she was interacting with those forces directly, and she framed her hopes for her children through that same language even when it did not match reality in a stable way. To me it felt like failure of grounding. It felt invasive and chaotic. There were no clear boundaries between belief, emotion, and reality, and I experienced that as spiritually abusive because it shaped fear, confusion, and instability in the home. What I took from it is the need for separation between adult spiritual intensity and children’s development. Without that separation everything becomes distorted and difficult to survive internally.