I was raised a conservative fundamentalist evangelical Christian. It sucked. I went through a crisis of faith in my teens, based mainly on the fact that my religion was making me (and also the world at large) miserable. When I failed to find another religion that could give me a compelling, objective reason to follow it, I became an atheist.

It was a seriously good call at the time. Still, it didn’t really stick. I had spoken to God as a child, and after a while, I started feeling like speaking to God again. It took a few false starts for that to work out, but in the summer of 2018, while working at a Jewish summer camp, it happened.

I spent the next year trying to figure that out, and here is the story of that process.