This year, I became a Deist. This means I believe there is a god solely based on reason and logic. I don't believe in prayer or any religious stories or special deities.
I've been raised Christian, and my mom emphasized the religion when I was a teenager (AKA old enough to understand it). Let me tell you that it was hell on earth trying to fit into it. As you may have known, I was bashed for being bisexual in the process (by the pastor as well). There are so many rules of Christianity that force you to change who you are. There's a bunch of examples, but this journal is going to be long enough as it is.
My way of living is this: as long as you do things out of love, you can do whatever makes you happy. No rules! Be yourself! No one is perfect and accidents can hurt people, but don't beat yourself up over it. Of course, I do believe the world was created by a higher power, but I don't think we were made to be "dirty peasants to a heartless king" like most reigions think.
My Mom's reaction to this: She LAUGHED at me, told me she was "in that stage before" and grew out of it. She tried to trick me and say I could still be a Deist-Christian or an Atheist-Christian. She said "Christian Churches are for everyone" this from the woman who has no friends of other religions or sexualities (note: she STILL doesn't understand my bisexuality and admits this).
Anyway, I'm still forced to go to church every Sunday as much as it pains me. I'm doing what my friends say, which is "go with it until you get a house of your own" I guess until then, I've got no rights. =\