Oh god, I used to have panic attacks all the time bc of worrying over the souls of the "unsaved". My only non-christian friends were on the internet and whenever they talked to me about their problems, I'd listen, and then try to tell them where *I* found my comfort and get them to read psalms and shit. I genuinely thought I was being helpful. And frankly it was a relief to evangelize to them to try to assuage the guilt I felt.
See, when I was a little kid, 6-8 years old, somewhere in there, a preacher came to the kids sunday school and talked about how important it was to evangelize.
In the most terrifying and guilt tripping way possible.
" Every time someone passes by you that you don't tell about Jesus Christ, you are helping them go to hell.."
And he counted down. " 1...down in hell...2...hell...3...how many have YOU told about jesus?"
Besides him and the other teachers, we were all under 12 years old in that room. That really fucked me up for a long time.