Agnostic By Default, Awakened By Design

I didn’t grow up with faith. In my world, science held all the answers, and God was a crutch people leaned on when they didn’t know better. Life was about facts, logic, and the chaos you either survived or didn’t. I believed in what I could see, prove, or measure. The rest was superstition. But then, there came a moment—a single, shattering moment—that unraveled everything I thought I knew. It wasn’t some grand revelation. It didn’t come with angel choirs or soft lights. It was raw. Painful. Violent, even. A storm that tore through my life and left me asking the kind of questions I had spent years rolling my eyes at. This is the story of how I fell apart and found myself on my knees—not in devotion, but in desperation. Of how a hardened skeptic, someone who mocked faith and dismissed anything spiritual, ended up whispering, “God, if you’re there…” This journey isn’t clean. It’s a mess of brokenness, grief, and surrender. But it’s real. And it’s mine. I’m not here to preach. I’m here to be honest. Because sometimes, faith doesn’t come gently—it breaks through when nothing else is left standing. LIVE, LOVE, LIFE!!