Sobriety and My Spiritual Journey

In my early childhood years, I remember believing in God, without much thought or question. But as I got a little older, maybe eight or nine, I started to question and wonder whether God existed. Right around that time, I began using and drinking and I lost contact. I became alternately an atheist and an agnostic, eventually landing squarely in the category of agnostic. I thought it as foolish to hold to a belief that God existed as to believe the idea that there was no God at all. Logically neither presupposition could be proven, and so it seemed the only intelligent conclusion was that no one could know for certain.