Hi, madhairday, no, not too personal at all.
Right, where to begin? Well, I grew up in a family where faith was very important but church was treated as flawed. My grandmother was a Roman Catholic who had stopped practicing during the War because of the Pope's relationship to Mussolini; she coudl no longer believe in her faith but equally wasn't any other kind of Christian. My mum was very devout and we observed the festivals at home, except for when I was a Brownie and we had to go to church parade at the Baptist church.
I grew up knowing that there was 'something', a presence in my life, that guided me. Sometimes it would warn me of danger, other times it would just be a sweetness. I won't bore you with the details but by the time I was in my late twenties I knew that I was being called to something; I was going to church, and had been confirmed. After 18 months of unhappy agonising (during which time I really wanted to be a nun even though I was already married 
) I decided to go for the priesthood. I started the process, arranged to meet the DDO and got pregnant.
Fast forward again; I had two dds, littel support from the church and I'd put my calling on 'hold'. I decided to do something for mums like me so I got a group of other mums together from both the Angliac church and the Baptist chapel and we started monthly services. They still happen now and it's the only thing the two churches do regularly together. During my pregnancies and in between I'd had some pretty full on spiritual experiences, even visions, and the presence had becoem very strong, a continual sweetness and an infallible guide that I coudl go to for reassurance. I used to get a tingling and numbness whenever 'we' made contact.
But one night I was nursing dd2 when - the presence left. It was as abrupt as a light switch being flicked. Now this might not have mattered had it not been for the fact that the nuts and bolts of my faith no longer stacked up for me. My mum has a friend who is a Jewish elder and he'd urged me to read Geza Vermes, in particular with reference to the Gospel of John on whch so much of Chrsitianity hinges. After furthe rreading I could only conclude that Jesus didn't say or write a word if it; it was written by someone whose subjective experience of Jesus was that he was the way, the truth and the life. I questioned the supression of the early Jewish 'church' and the Gnostic Gospels and concluded that everything that I believed in was unreliable. I learned about paganism, about the virgin goddess who gives bith to the sun/son god only for him to be sacrificed for there to be new life, and I saw that I couldn't in all honesty claim that Christianity had the 'real' virgin birth and all the others were pretend. Then something really unpleasant happened at church and I walked, so I lost that too.
Fast forward again and I'd had ds in very traumatic circumstances during which I'd had no support from church (I'd only just left) and no solace from my faith. I'd moved from a kind of liberal Catholicism to testing out John Spong, and found his theology to be the most honest, but after a couple of years' of fighting I gave up. The turning point came when a friend asked me if we were having ds baptised and I realised that I couldn't.
But although I'd lost all connection to anything I wouldn't give up on getting a connection back to whatever it was that I'd had in my life before, so I read up on paganism, Buddhism and Taosim, I learned to meditate, visualise and dowse. And all my fears of these 'occult' and 'pagan' things fell away. I learned that I save me. I learned that I am not a miserable fallen creature, but that God is within me, and when I remember that then I shine.
I'd sort of stopped believing in 'God' in the personal way I used to. Although I never went for polytheism I did learn about the different gods and goddesses and found it fascinating. For a while it felt like a betrayal.
Then by chance I met someone who works with angels. I went on workshops with her and also was attuned to Reiki, mostly to help heal my dc. Fast forward again and I was working with energies, reading cards and then I began to channel angelic guidance.
And I began to channel messages from Jesus via the angels.
So, here I am now, running a spiritual website and course which brings together all I've learned, and channeling angelic guidance for people through cards. And somehow I can get a glimpse of the presence being back, shadowy and elusive, but there all the same.
So, have I really lost my faith? Yes, definitely, I can no longer believe in the things that are necessary to be Christian. Do I believe in Jesus? Different thing. I do read up on Gnostic Christianity but so far it's not ticking my boxes. Maybe one day. I suppose I believe in two Jesuses; the Jewish prphet put to death because he was a political threat; and the mystical Jesus we experience today.
But I can't say it will never come back. I never thought I'd lose it in the first place, so nothing would suprise me now! 
Aaah, nothing so good as talking about oneself, is there? 
How about you? What's your journey been like?