I was never brought up very religious; I believed in god but I never went to church. Despite this, religion was still important to me, but I think I’ve always had doubts. In the back of my mind, I would always wonder if I actually believed in god, but I would never let those thoughts be completely conscious, because I was terrified that god could read minds and would send me to hell. When I was 18, I decided that I was going to ignore those fears and let myself be honest inside my own head. Once I started thinking about it, asking myself questions, and realizing my own doubts, it was just one short summer until I had completely given up my faith.