It isn't the questions.
It isn't the changes.
It isn't the unsurety.
It isn't the doubt.
It isn't the searching.
The worst part about a faith crisis is doing it alone. It's worrying about what people would think of you if they knew that you're struggling or that you're questioning. It's worrying that they would mistake your questioning for something it isn't or that they would make assumptions about you... that they would judge you for your thoughts.
So you don't tell anyone... and you do it alone... and you withdraw. Because if they knew... well, you don't know what would happen. And so you do it safe and you do it alone... And that's very lonely.
Part of me says that Easter is a terrible time to admit to a faith crisis. Why would you mar the celebration of that day with such a thing?
But then, part of me says, "This is exactly when you talk about it." And maybe that's the part who's right.