from late high school until my early 30s, I was an atheist. i grew up in a family that was nominally Christian but did not practice the faith in a meaningful way. there was no road to Damascus moment that turned my mind, but as I lived and thought and experienced and read, human reason increasingly seemed frail to me, halting, blindered, narrow. it did not explain the world as i experienced it, not entirely, not even faintly.
i have no certainties to communicate about God or faith, but i know for myself that even if there was no God, i'd still seek him, because though he may not be, he ought to be, and in the seeking i still always find myself.