I don't remember when I ever actually believed.

The evolution of my skepticism is a long story. Even as my doubting increased I continued daily prayer (at least continued "breathing a prayer" each night) as I had done all my life. Then one time I realized I hadn't prayed for several days--I had forgotten to!!!--and I never prayed again after that. That is when I admitted to myself that I had "lost the faith."

It was ingrained in me at an early age that you don’t question god, so for a very long time I tried my best to be a good JW, dedicated to my studies but then I moved and began college. I started to think, read and ask myself important questions, mainly why the hell can't I question god? My atheism is not from tragedy but from wanting to believe so badly I began to think something was defective in me because of my constant doubts about my faith. My brother died at 32 from natural causes and was a true firm believer in god and was faithful to his religion. After a while I began attending a baptist church, suggested by a coworker, this was during the beginning of all the mass school shootings. After I had my daughter and realized what damages religion can cause her, I walked away and never looked back. Later found out that she never believed any of the children Bible stories I read to her every week, as suggested by my mother. Surprisingly she was already atheist at age 8 and that made me realize how unimportant it is to believe in a god

There were many, many experiences leading up to it but the breaking point came one night when I was praying for my sick baby and nothing was changing. I just couldn't believe in a God who would ignore a mother begging for relief for her infant anymore.

I lost it in my thirties, when it became inescapable to admit that lived experience had nothing to do with the predictions and explanations of my faith. That was the proximal cause -- that the epistemology was utterly bogus. Once the dam broke, I was free to explore a working epistemology and live a life relatively much freer of surprises and inconsistencies and cognitive dissonance.

I’ve never had it though I have explored it quite extensively. Not just Christianity I hasten to add!

Never had it

I never really had it but didn’t recognize it until my 60’s. I guess I’m slow.

when I realized my “one true religion” was actually a 19th century cult I left for good immediately. Even before that I grew to doubt the teachings when I discovered real science. The theory of evolution made far more sense than god create this bs. Looking back I get more spirituality from science and philosophy than any religious text I come across. Since I left I never have to fear the world ending ever again.

never had one to lose.

I was fortunate in that my mom showed little interest in organized religion. She let us decide our choices. If we wanted to attend services, she drove us there and we had conversations afterwards. She encouraged thinking outside the box and did not encourage any religion but encouraged exploration and research. I was 15 when I walked away from all religions and never looked back. Mom was a wonderful, supportive nurturing parent.

Religion was never really all that important to me. When I was a kid, church was just this annoying place my parents drug me to on Saturday nights. The older I got, I became increasingly aware of just how the crazy the whole notion of organized religion is. And the more I learned about the atrocities inflicted upon humanity in the name of some god or another, the more my indiference turned into outright disdain.

When i broke my neck from a motorcycle accident becoming paralyzed from neck to feet

Never had this mental illness.

I don't remember ever having one

The Christian Religion was used to convert me when I started school. Lucky my primary years were Immersed In my cultural beliefs and I was and still am a stubborn child.

My ( religious when it suited her) mother tried to force me to become religious by forcing me to attend Sunday Schools from which I was expelled and banned completely by the age of about 8 years old because I simply asked questions. I was forced to attend so many different Sunday Schools,i.e. Catholic, Anglican, Methodist, etc, right on down the line to even the radical, fundie ones around at that time, but got expelled from them all, including the then COMPULSORY Scripture Lessons at Primary School.
I was the first student to 'placed' on the ' Not Wanted List' for Scripture Classes by the time I was 8 years old and remained the only one on that list for many weeks until the ranks began to grow slowly but surely.
I suppose that, IF I wished, I could say that I was the Founding Member of the Broken Hill Burke Ward Public School's Junior Atheist League, that was the real moment when my Atheism became public knowledge.

I never really had it, though I tried. I really did.

When the child rape scandals hit the news,,, my religious house of cards fell fast!

My mom was a very religious woman but I had doubts about religion for a long time. I didn’t come out openly as an atheist until my parents were both dead and I was in my 50’s. I still don’t discuss my lack of belief much as most of my friends are religious. I have found that most religious people are very good people, just somewhat set in their ways about religion.

"Lose"? Why is it called losing, when all you can do is gain?

How the merry firkle can you have lost it if you are still talking about it? FFS get a life!