There was a point in my life that one could label me a Christian; that ended when I was around fifteen. I was always the questioning type, and after enough years of my inquiries being stifled, I swallowed the religion of my parents. Rebellious youth kicked in after a while, and no longer was it necessary to be silent with my questions. I found support in none other than my preacher, who had advised me that I should question everything, even my faith; little did he know what personal journey this mentoring would take me on.
From years fifteen to twenty, I must have tried every religion, cult, et cetera on for size. I read the Christian bible cover to cover, 1/3 of the Koran, large chunks of the Torah, multiple ‘sacred’ texts from obscure religions and cults, practiced witchcraft, and played with so many other ideas. After this flood of exposure to the faiths on Earth, it started to all become meaningless, so I headed to the library to steep myself in the philosophy of the ages. Thus, came a list so long of books over three years, it would blind you and break your back if taken in at once. By age twenty three, I considered myself an agnostic. My level of disbelief only strode so far across the bridge and paused from absolute fear; fear driven in since I was old enough to understand the English language. For nearly a year after these studies, I tried to think about nothing related to religion, and then simply couldn’t any more; I just couldn’t push away everything I’d learned from those books and from my own examinations of life, it was all very clear- and I announced to myself, that I am an atheist. For seven years, I withheld this information from close friends and family, and ‘came out’ October 10th, 2011. Why am I an atheist? I examined every detail about my life, existence, and read until the brainwashing washed away.