I was raised Christian. Southern Baptist, to be specific.
I'd been going to church since as long as I can remember, got saved when I was seven, but really didn't actually know anything about it. I just knew I was scared of going to Hell.
When I was in middle school and high school, started getting into some pretty bad stuff...still going to church the whole time, mind you. It was easy for me to pretend to be a Christian at church, and then go out and do things that totally did NOT agree with my religion every other day of the week. I was constantly seeking happiness in friendship, boyfriends, anything that would give me what I wanted, but everything always ended up leaving me wanting more, feeling worthless.
When I was seventeen, I went on a weekend "retreat" of sorts with my church. I chose to do it because all of my friends would be there, I really didn't care about the God aspect. However, something happened to me while I was there that weekend.
Years of time spent ignoring God had hardened my heart. It had become so easy to continue ignoring him because it just became habit. At this weekend trip, I realized that I had been outright disobeying God's commands for my life, doing it all on purpose, even though I knew better.
But God still loved me. Even though I had been doing everything I could to push myself away from Him, he was still waiting patiently for me to turn around.
I am a Christian, but I don't claim a denomination. More of a Christ Follower, you might say. I read my bible daily, and constantly look for new ways to study the word and works of other Christians.
I still sin. A lot. Nobody is perfect, but every day I strive to be more Christlike and loving towards others.