Although I think I became codependent as a child because I was inspired by my mothers' sacrificing attitude, religion also played a part in that. The sainthood, the martyrdom, examples of people that gave everything away to follow in the footsteps of Christ. I did like these stories as a child, maybe that set me apart from the other kids. Also I was attracted to the religious idea that life had purpose. I don't know what it would be like to live without a purpose. Does anyone recognize this?
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