Thanks. I don't think I do actually want to believe any more, though for a very long time I did. I think I'm totally at peace now with not believing, and much happier for no longer trying.
As to what initially drew me to want to believe, that's a good question. I suppose it was the desire to feel that there is some sort of benign order behind all of the chaos in the world - a reason for everything, if if the reasons were unknowable. Plus theidea of having a supreme being on whom you can depend and in whom you can trust when times are tough was very appealing - a bit like small children depend on their parents to make things right with the world, I suppose. And perhaps the idea of being part of something bigger than just myself? I also enjoyed the social side of things, the sense of community, the routine of it, and the singing. I miss the singing!
The problem was, I just didn't believe in the basic tenets of Christianity, and the more I studied and thought about it, the less it made sense to me. It took me a long time to admit to myself that I didn't actually believe because I kept trying to push the doubts aside, but deep down, I knew for a long time before actually leaving the church that I didn't consider any of it to be true. I played the game for a while though, kept hoping and kept praying. The constant gaslighting of myself was really stressful though, and I felt like a fraud. So I decided to be honest with myself and it was such a relief to be able to accept that I just didn't believe.
A part of me was sorry to leave it all behind, but a part of me was glad to be my authentic self again. I still think people are incredibly lucky if they have a faith in which they are not plagued by doubts - whether that's Christianity or something else entirely. I don't feel any envy towards those who are stuck in the cognitive dissonance that I once experienced, because for me, that was an intolerable place to be.