Yes, it’s officially been coined, Religious Trauma Syndrome or RTS.
This explains so much of my mindscape. The church taught me a bunch of hogwash about my worth and sexuality. Along with my dad’s negativity, of course my mind went with the flow, and I started having depressive episodes.
Apparently, even my sense of impending doom may have stemmed from the stories about the coming apocalypse. I nearly always dream of a post-apocalyptic world. I had a great zombie dream once. Sorry, I only remember the end. I remember a pretty horrific movie we (I and my church) watched about the rapture/apocalypse. I thought it was called Left Behind, but I definitely saw it before 2000.
I officially left the church in December 1999. The church I left was cult-like in belief and evangelism. I felt a huge weight lifted from my back, as my actual beliefs had changed. I tried going back to one of my old churches, but there was such a feeling of being torn apart by abusive thought processes, that I cried for the church-goers. My concept of sin was completely different, so I didn’t even fit with the local Unitarian Universalist church.
RTS is like PTSD, which was something I was diagnosed as having. RTS has only recently become named.
Here’s to your good mental health,