I'm sure my story's not unusual. I was brought up as a Roman Catholic by parents from the east end of Glasgow. Being part of this church in a predominantly protestant and sectarian country, causes (and still does in some respects) Roman Catholics discrimination and extreme hardship.
I'm 26 and to deny my faith to my family was a difficult step because it is a large part of my identity and heritage.
Eventually though, I had to believe in my own judgement. I read the God Delusion and took an analytical approach to my “faith”. Ultimately questioning, “why am I believing in something I don't believe to be true?”. After that, it became easy.
I'm proud of this decision. Though it wasn't really a decision but more of an admittance.