I’m an atheist. When I was a child, I thought the existence of God was possible. After all, my brain was still developing, I didn’t accept very detailed answers, and my Catholic family had a particular influence on me. But time passed, my mind matured and continued to question the world, and I realized that this was not the case with the rest of my relatives.
The existential questions I was asking had no answer. And when they did, they were dogmatic, they couldn’t be questioned.