I had this discussion with one of my sons the other night. He brought up good points, and so did I.
Yes, the words we use can be troublesome, I agree. Belief, faith, know, truth.
I turned from Christianity at first because I'd been hurt, and was angry. All the promises made to me by the bible and religious people had not been kept, not one single promise. I kept my end of the deal as well as I was able to keep it, and expected a supreme power like God to keep his end. He promised to protect me, to love me, to comfort me, to change me, to help me, if only I would call on his name.
I wore my knees out praying, and got only abuse from other Christians in return. Yes, I made mistakes. Yes, I sinned. I asked forgiveness and tried to do better. Life just kept getting worse. I just kept relying on God. Nothing changed.
It was only when I finally said "Screw this!" and set out to do what I knew I needed to do that life slowly got better, in at least some respects. I left the abuse behind. I left the pain, the lies, the blows, the cheating, the loneliness, all of that behind me. I left God behind and turned Pagan.
But that didn't work either. I had a hard time taking it seriously, and couldn't shake the feeling I had discarded one crutch for another. So I abandoned everything, out of anger alone. I felt misled and deceived, right down to my supposed soul.
Then I found good reasons, logical, sound reasons, for getting rid of my crutches. I found critical thinking and logic, and they plainly showed me I was doing the sensible thing. I abandoned magical, wishful thinking, and tried to retrain myself to depend on myself. It's working, slowly, but a lot better than religion ever worked.
Take the lottery, for instance. I could really stand to win the lottery. Most of us could. But I used to go through unbelievable rituals to try to tweak my odds: being really nice to people the day I bought my ticket, having no bad thoughts that day, praying, forgiving, being extra, extra good. And I didn't win, and so I got mad at God.
Now I know it's just random chance if I win or not, and chance is not in my favor in the lottery. If I don't win, I no longer get mad--how can you get mad at random chance? I still play, and still hope I'll win, but it's so much easier to shrug off if I don't.
Or take everyday interactions with people. If people stand in my way or set out to harm me, it is not the devil attacking me! It is stupid people being stupid people. It is even me, being stupid too, and not realizing it. It isn't cosmic agencies which keep me down: it's poor choices, poor thinking, my own big stupid mouth (Hi! I'm an atheist! Huh? What do you mean I can't be a teacher???), but it is not supernatural forces.
Is my atheism just another form of faith? Well, what if it is? It still isn't founded or predicated on the idea of a cosmic agency. My son asked me what if God is really there, but he just isn't acting the way you think he should?
Then God's a great big jerk. Period. To me, it's all one. If there is no God, why waste time on magical thinking? And if there is a God, he's never done me any good, so why waste time on magical thinking?
I'm better off, MUCH better off, depending on myself alone. And that's how I choose to live. Call it whatever you want. It's a religion of the self? Okay, I'm fine with that. It's about time I worshiped myself and took care of me.
I'm the only one who will, and the only one who should.