But It Hurts Now

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When we talk about the loss of one’s religion, we often expect to hear of a single dramatic shift that sounded the death knell of faith. For me, however, that was not the case. The loss of my religion was a gradual erosion or a death by degrees, something that happened so slowly that I can point to no single event that was solely responsible. One day my faith was simply gone.