“I like your generation, but I worry about you,” my psychiatrist told me last year. “You’re very atheistic and agnostic, so I worry about what’s grounding you without a sense of spirituality.”
As a millennial evangelical-turned-atheist, I took this concern seriously. But I also had a ready response. I’d noticed a pattern in the way my friends, former classmates, and colleagues had been dealing with life’s major challenges and where we’d been turning for guidance.
“Most of the people I know are in therapy,” I told my doctor. “I think therapy is our new church.”