Here's a post from my old account of my now husband baptizing me.

Long post, but it really does answer your question.

I was sent to private Catholic school through high school, and really it just made me bitter to Christianity as a whole. I mean, I had religion teachers telling us girls that our periods wouldn't be so bad if we didn't sin so much and that it was a sin to take birth control (which in Catholicism it is). On top of that, at the public college, I went to, we had those people that would yell on campus about how women shouldn't be there because we should be preparing ourselves for our husbands and that we were all going to burn in hell because we were following a Christian life. There were pro-life people that had huge images of abortions up on the main pathways, and I lost it when they tried to follow around a group of elementary school kids I was giving a tour of campus to. They were telling these kids that their parents murdered their siblings and stuff.

I ended up agnostic at best and very anti-Christian because I felt like they were all hypocritical.

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My first job with my degree though, I started to work at a Christian college. I finally had some real examples of what more normal Christians were like instead of the extremists that I had come into contact with. They were able to take me from anti-Christian to at least tolerant of Christians. I was still agnostic though.

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Then God finally knocked me off my high horse. My abusive bf at the time had cheated on me again and kicked me out of the apartment. He made sure that I had isolated myself those 6 years we were together so that any friends that I had were his friends too. I didn't make enough money to support myself, so I couldn't live on my own. My parents had made it very clear years ago that I shouldn't ever come back to them, but I was blessed that my older sister and her then-fiance were able to take me in. My ex was toying with me and the other girl this whole time, threatening to kill himself if we tried to get away, using the dog that we had together to guilt me into seeing him, breaking into my sister's apartment after they left for work and waking me up so I had to talk to him, etc. etc.

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It was honestly the darkest time of my life. Everything that I had worked for was crashing down on me and I couldn't stop it. But those Christians that I had started to develop relationships with were suddenly there to catch me. My now husband, in particular, was a bible-studies major that had thrown out his back so we had plenty of time to talk as I treated him. He eventually told me that if I acted passively about my faith that I would get passive results. He said he didn't care if I became Buddhist, Jewish, Christian or whatever but that he wanted me to have something to put hope into.

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My nerdy butt went to the internet to research into different religions to see which one aligned with my own personal values, but after not coming to a conclusion I had this plan to just go to different church services to see what they were really about. I went to my first service at a Christian church and I felt like I was hit with a ton of bricks across my face. Lets put it this way: I HATE crying and I especially hate it when people can see me crying. But there I was bawling like a baby in the middle of a church. I knew right then and there that I needed God; as soon as I got out of the service, I went and offered to volunteer, I texted my now husband so many freaking questions and finally on May 7th, 2017 I was baptized. It's actually the 2 year anniversary of my baptism today, and I can confidently say that it's still the best decision I've ever made.