I come from pretty strong religious roots. One of the things that was impressed upon me as a kid was that if I were ever faced with a difficult situation that was out of my control, I should pray. This was a way to keep me hopeful in times of strife, or in times of anxiety. It gave me a lot of comfort. However, during my self re-education and de-conversion, I’ve had to abandon these ideas in order to live my life based on a model of reality that made sense to me. I came out as an atheist about two years ago.
Hope Without Faith