My mother was Pentecostal and my father was Atheist. The trauma from living in a household where those two belief/non-belief systems clashed on a regular basis still reverberates throughout our family.

I escaped early in adolescence, with alcohol and experimentation with drugs. I rejected religion, as my father had, but bore the shame of my mother through her indoctrination.

Did I have trouble? Man, did I!

Your question is like asking:

Did you have trouble accepting you have better health by breathing clean air after you realized breathing the exhaust fumes of an old bus was not good for your health?

Not being tethered to the dishonest faith (belief without evidence) based assertions peddled as truth (Things that can be demonstrated with evidence) is freedom. I figured out religion was BS when I was in early grade school and not being a theist is a title I consider superior to positions dictated by faith based superstition. Those I have helped see the beauty of reason and reality expressed happiness in being free from the darkness of religion.

I didn't have any trouble accepting it. It was a huge relief, actually. I was taking no comfort whatsoever in the idea that horrific things were happening all over the world while some decision-making entity could be preventing or stopping them, but wasn't.

I was 8 and had non practicing parents as it was. I had been the only one in my family to go to church on a regular basis. I was beginning to question everything. I started to go to church less and less of over the next few years. Finally leaving for good when I was 13. I still never told anyone for another decade. I didn’t know what agnostic even was.

I was never really surprised by my lack of religion. I always found comfort in science and empirical evidence and the older I for the more it began conflicting with religion. That's pretty much when I began asking questions and when religion could no longer answer them I abandoned it in favor of logic, reason and science. Have never looked back since.

I never had any issue accepting the lack of my belief in religion. See, you are born an atheist. You are taught religion. It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Based on the facts I do not.

It was a struggle until it wasn't. I wrestled with the idea for years before I was ready to admit it, and when I finally did, it was a huge burden lifted from my shoulders. The fear of becoming "evil," divine punishment or hell was gone. However, I continued to experience depression as I cut myself off from my religious social circle and worried about hiding my change of heart from my family.

I did. My whole life centered around my beliefs. Letting go of them has been, ironically, like being born again.

No. I have trouble accepting my religious friends though. It is fucking hard

I was a lemming for years, as I so wanted to believe. But I kept asking the same question, “where is god, why so much suffering and pain.” I began to see religion as a crutch and belonging to tribe that is hypocritical and lacks the understanding and proactive of brotherly love.

no. no troul0le at all

No, for me it was a long process from the doubt of my leader, to doubt the institution, to doubt the accuracy of scriptures, then the religion itself.
In the middle, moving around and loosing the emotional reinforcement of the cults and community.
In the end was very natural when I realized that I was atheist.
And even going steps ahead as Agnostig or Ignostic, where the concept of god becomes irrelevant or even a concept that can't be discussed because there is no good definition for it.

I was very young when I came to the conclusion that there was no god, and that religion had no place in my life. I had not yet formed any idea that I had been "religious", so accepting being an atheist was rather easy!

I tried to make myself believe for twenty years because my family believed. I struggled with being a failed theist for another ten. When I became an open atheist I finally felt free.

Not for a minute.

I'm 2 days post . I have what I identify as a sort of emotional hole left, however its just kinda there. I'm not exactly concerned about it. Its actually a relief almost "irrigating an infected wound." I think my struggle was more so hating myself for being so smart and "self-inflicting" utterly ridiculous drivel.

Hi.. I was born atheist, so my trouble came trying to accept "belief" in religion and I've failed miserably.

I think when I joined the dots up it was a cross between a relief and a wow moment. All of it made more sense when I stopped trying to make sense of it.

Not at all I think I may have been a non believer most of my life. In my early days I was always scheptical of the Catholic beliefs. As I got older and learned more it started making absolutely no sense at all. I studied more science then put the pieces together finding out it is the way life happens.

At first my main concern was along the lines of "but what if I'm wrong?" As the possibility that I was wrong faded, so too did my concern.

I think it depends on how deeply you believed, and on how tied you were to a church community. I wasn't tied to a church community, so I didn't get a lot of the social/peer pressure. However, I did deeply believe, and that was hard to make sense of. I joined a website for deconverting Christians (ex-christian.net) and that helped in the early stages. After that, I just stopped worrying about it.

Yes because I was a Christian my whole life before finally accepting I truly didn't believe it. I think I had been subconsciously forcing myself to believe it for about 8 years before I actually accepted it. There was an immense amount of pressure to believe in God from my family, plus the fear of eternal damnation. But in the end right before I came to terms that there was at least no Abrahamic God I knew that if God "knows all" that he would know that I was pretending to believe and would probably be damned anyways. So I did the research with less fear and there are no regrets. I think finally saying it out loud too that I was agnostic was really fulfilling too. It seems kinda dramatic but it was a huge milestone in my life because it involved my sexuality too (bisexual).

Nope

No. Not really. For me, it happened over a long period of time.

Not at all. I had the impression it was something i needed for too long.