I grew up Catholic but left when I was 15. The Catholic theology wasn’t making much sense to me at that time and still doesn’t. And that goes for most other Christian religions. My sense of history is that Christianity got diverted from its true path at the Council of Nicea in 325.
For many years, I was quite cynical about organized religion. But these days, if I see someone using religion as a means to become a better person, I will accept the ends and the means. But for those religionists who use religion for nefarious purposes, I have no respect.
As alluded to in my previous post, my mother got a weak foundation in the United Church. As she got older, she attended less and less. Then she met my father, who was a staunch Catholic. She had to convert to marry him. He was a struggling farmer. In his first eight years, he got hailed out four times. He could not understand why God was punishing him. So he quit the church. But Mom and kids kept going. In his last years, Dad rejoined the church. I think he and Mom kept better company with people from the church than their former drinking buddies.