I was raised raised into a Catholic, extended family. But as my nuclear family lived across the Pond and the States, we slowly began leaving the church behind.
Oddly enough, my sister and I pestered our mother into getting involved with the Christian Church when we got back to the States, because we were little kids who didn't know anything.
Even though I've lived over 20 years in the Bible Belt of the Deep South, I questioned doctrine and dogma into varying degrees of disbelief. I finally hit "F It" on the conviction button and am a nonbeliever.
Now, I do what I can to leave the world in a better way than I found it. I try to keep my nephew from retreating behind a tablet or other smart device. I help my friends and loved ones. I practice minimalism. I communicate with pen pals exclusively through handwritten correspondence. I cook to become a vegetarian and reduce food waste. I try to improve my physical and mental wellbeing through exercise, proper nutrition, and healthy habits. I play tabletop RPGs and board games. I practice throwing unresponsive bandalores.
I am living with a traumatic brain injury that has altered the person I was in my 20s. I like to think I'm better than the self deprecating, depressing young man I was. I feel that my attempts to spread kindness and warmth are generally well received.