For years, I've questioned my beliefs and identified as agnostic. Just a year ago, I embraced the title of atheist because, at my core, I don’t believe in any deity. I was once a devout Christian, actively bringing people to church, and I still support it because I see the community and purpose it offers many.

However, I’ve faced challenges since shedding my faith. My previous rituals—praying morning and night—provided structure and moments of reflection that I now miss. Despite my conviction that a god likely doesn’t exist, I can’t help but feel a certain bliss in the ignorance of belief; having an imaginary figure to devote my life to imbued my existence with meaning.

Yet, I’ve discovered ways to cultivate purpose without relying on a higher power. For me, a significant source of inspiration comes from uplifting my family and enhancing our quality of life. I’ve committed to helping others, recognizing that there will always be those in need. Many believe that only a belief in an afterlife can motivate goodness, but I strive to challenge that notion by doing good for its own sake.

I’m curious if other atheists share this experience—those who have struggled to find meaning after leaving a religion or cult that profoundly shaped their lives. How have you navigated this journey?