For the first ten years of my life, I was a fanatical Christian. I went to church, read the Bible, and tried to convert my atheist peers by inviting them to church and asking them to pray with me.
When I was nine, my grandmother (who had spent more time raising me than my Mom who had to work two jobs since she was seventeen) was diagnosed with cancer. I immediately looked to god, knowing that he would guide me through this. I felt god's love, and knew that somehow, my grandmother would survive.
After she died a few months later, I was very frustrated with the world. Constantly pinning the blame on sin, I was blindly taking out anger on all the wrong people. About a month after I calmed down, I looked back at my frustration with a more agnostic view. I was hoping to find a more reasonable culprit, but with no avail. It was here that I realized that my religion had driven me into anger, and caused me to seek for something to blame (sin), in a crime that had no criminal.
I've been an atheist since then (the past three years), actively spreading the word of science, reason, and logic, in an effort to show people that the world isn't as horrible as our "holy texts" make it out to be.
- Corvo Attano
