I seem to remember reading somewhere an analogy about losing one’s religion that had to do with a switch. This is a pretty perfect symbol for the phenomenon. Personally I never had the switch turned on, so I don’t really know the anagnorisis of finally seeing the truth. I guess I was just very lucky my parents did not indoctrinate me in anything and let me decide for myself. Curious about what it is like, I put out a Tweet on Twitter asking people what it was like. Here are some of their responses:
It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders when I finally admitted it to myself. I realized I could be a good person without religion and that I had already been.

No eureka. Grew out of Santa, tooth fairy and god
It was finally accepting the inevitable- there was just no other logical choice. Felt exhilerating & freeing to say it aloud
I wasn’t thinking, and then I started thinking. So it goes.
I guess I had a feeling similar to this. I remember watching Zeitgeist and just agreeing with what was being said. I saw the amazing amount of similarites between all these religions and just decided they were wrong. Since then I have done research and learned more about these types of things and have yet to find good evidence to change my mind. What was it like for you acknowledging you were an atheist? Or why not pick today to come out? Just repeat after me. “There is no God. I am free.”