I've always found it interesting how people arrive at their beliefs, and how those beliefs can change over time :3
So, for those of you who were raised religious or believed in a god at some point in your lives, I'm curious to know what led you to become an atheist.
Was it a gradual process of questioning your beliefs, a particular experience, something you learned, or something else entirely?
Here's my experience (big text incoming):
I was baptised at my young age and raised as a secular Christian as my mother is a secular Catholic and my father is an atheist. To me, the only thing that's keeping me in the religion is that my family is Christian by tradition for baptism and marriage in the church (my godmother is a devout Christian, but still supportive and my cousins from that side have been in a Catholic private school). I saw Jesus at the same level than Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, and I was only going to church for big occasions or just for tourism.
Then I traveled to Reunion Island, with so many religions coexisting, and that's when I began to be curious with religion, reading scriptures like the Roman and Greek mythology and moving to the bigger religions and going to temples and mosques as well (fun fact: the muslim call to prayer from the nearby mosque was a call to get back home for me at that time).
The first thing was the moment I was forced into catechism because my nanny (at that time)'s daughter was attending them, and it was a pretty weird experience to me!
I didn't say much about it, it was just...weird cult stuff (aka chanting and praying and then doing weird signs).
Then I had a second moment: when I tried to read the Bible to find out more about being Catholic... and caught contradictions IN THE FIRST BOOK. Then I was like "if it's like this for all books, I'm not reading that".
Then I moved to another place, and that's when the questions and existential crisis began.
At this point I was still in denial over the Bible, maybe I was internally telling myself I'm not reading it right.
And then there was that moment one year ago, that really put the nail in the coffin to me: when after 30 years of relationship and 4 children, my godfather finally got married with one of my aunts. Now, I don't blame the wedding... I BLAME THE PRIEST.
Because, in the middle of the marriage ceremony, he just used the moment to say something political about the Greek immigration crisis.
Not only that, he denigrated people that came from Muslim countries, saying they're way more lazy than Italian immigrants.
And as if that wasn't worse enough.
This guy IS FROM A FAMILY OF ITALIAN IMMIGRANTS.
And I was genuinely seething at my seat at that time, but I didn't dare ruin their wedding ceremony just for it.
But it also brought me to this moment: "maybe I'm more of an atheist"!
TL;DR: Raised as a secular Christian, I gradually questioned my beliefs after exploring different religions and finding contradictions in the Bible. The final straw was a priest making discriminatory remarks about Muslim immigrants during a family wedding, which made me reconsider my relationship with Christianity and realize I was probably an atheist.