Then there’s the bit (verifiable with a bit of Google-fu) about half of the graduating class of one of the five largest (Protestant) seminaries in North America leaving not just the ministry, but Christianity itself within ten years of their ordination.
For five consecutive classes, or so say two friends who were there in different years.
The majority of those who left wound up in another post-Judaic Abrahamic faith, with many becoming leaders in their new religion.
It’s like I tell many of my friends; “my faith, my relationship with God as I understand Him to be hasn’t really changed much since I was 13; my religion, the framework in which I express that faith and share it with other like-minded believers, has changed profoundly.” That’s the funny thing about faith — especially when it says “Go ahead; ask questions. If you see mysteries, then one of us is seriously misunderstanding the other.” I had a discussion with a Pentecostal ex-brother-in-law where I was talking about the difference between faith and mystery, and it’s a miracle* that neither did his head explode nor he die of a stroke, though both seemed distinct probabilities at the time. (Never much cared for the man.)
If what you’ve found works for you, then more power to you. I’m at least four decades past the point where I’m comfortable being told what to believe as unquestionable whole cloth, and I essentially grew up Catholic.