I deconverted on 2 November, 2013, from around ten years of belief throughout my entire adolescence. I was raised in a christian family and thus believed because I thought it was true. When I found better evidence, my beliefs' basis on truth kind of backfired.
My parents are still Evangelical, pentecostal, charismatic creationists. We have an uneasy truce. I have a lot of resurfacing memories of emotional manipulation and abuse which I know they didn't intend to do, but nonetheless they did. This makes an honest relationship with them a bit harder.
I'm a bisexual mostly cis woman, in a long-term relationship with a man.
I have depression and anxiety.
Right now I have some collections of superstitions and spirituality that I never managed to rid myself of, and which I now accept in myself, not because I believe they are true, but because it helps me feel more whole. I never thought I'd say that, but there you go. I don't know if they're real, and I tend to think they're not, but my pretending isn't hurting anyone. I'm not the Pope, after all. I think if we evolved to need or want religion, what is the harm in giving some small form of it to myself, as long as it doesn't change the way I live my daily life?
Of course, this constantly conflicts with my need for absolute truth in all things. What are you gonna do?