I'm having a major existential crisis. Honestly, this past 9 months has been a wild spiritual journey walking the closest I ever have with God, but being a prot all my life, I'm now leaning towards Catholicism and the last thing I want to do is choose wrongly. To the Catholics on this board it will sound ridiculous, but I've walked so closely to God without the Catholic church, He is my everything and He has been ever present in my life. I have been constantly struggling with my Catholic roommates about Christianity for a long while now, and I actually find myself with the inclination for their church and it's breaking all sorts of paradigms of how things have always been for me. I am genuinely terrified of becoming Catholic and it's all I can do now to wait upon the Lord to tell me what to do and trust him to be faithful as he has been.
I've been a protestant all my life. I was genuinely in love with Christ and sought to serve him where ever I could, and then I fell away hard for years chasing strange fire and purpose elsewhere. One day God gave me an ultimatum, telling me "It's either what you're doing or it's me, which is it going to be?" Obviously I chose him and began my journey to make my way back to Christ and he has been literally speaking to me and teaching me and guiding my every path and dealing with my sins one by one. As soon as I chose him, I came under severe chastisement. It was both the most terrifying and beautiful experience I've ever had. For the first time, I had finally understood the severity of my sin, the ugliness of my deeds and my need for Christ. I devoured the word like Hell was chasing me, and as far as I was concerned, it was. I went through several doctrines and beliefs trying to find the right one, struggling against my own mind and the demonic oppression which followed me for many months and in the midst of it all, the only conclusion I could come to is that when looking into the face of death, Christ was the only one who could save me. He was my only hope. Where years of religion convinced me in life that I was secure, the loss of life counted all of those things for nothing and as I clung for dear life, Christ was the name I cried out to, and he answered me.
One day, he ended this torment, he said to me "I'm solidifying what I'm doing in you. Your night is ending, you will have peace again." And at that moment, I did have peace. Then he called me to be homeless for a whole month, and so I went, and he provided literally everything. I went to a far away city that he chose, and he sent me food to eat, told me where to sleep, arranged every meeting with every person I was supposed to meet, protected me and kept me safe. He taught me truth, built me up, told me how much he loved me and guided my every step. I went there with money in my pocket, and on the first day of my arrival, he had already had me give it away. I would end each day penniless, and the next day I would always have money from somewhere. Whatever I had I would give. I gave food, blankets and the clothes off my back and did everything he told me to do until he sent me back home. It was there he taught me to hear his voice and rely utterly on him for my every need. It is possibly the most beautiful and cherished memory I will ever have again. After this trip, I had gained a peace beyond all understanding. All my depression, my anxiety, my torment of the soul, my bitterness, it was gone. And from there he continued to guide me and provide for me and build me up.