(Very long story short)
Quite the opposite, actually. I grew up in an abusive drunken household, (wrote an article about the extreme violence a year or so ago) and I actually believed in God. I grew up on the streets, went to jail, all still believing in God. Mom and Dad died, lots of sexual assault, then I completely denied God. Everything I found without God was awesome. New life, career, traveling, etc. Then I got pregnant (with my now husband) and everything changed. By the time my child was 3 (5 now) I became SOO depressed, started drinking more, questioning how to be a mom since I didn't have one, trauma counseling didnt work, and one day I was prepared to end myself AND my child.. I was on the floor shaking, crying out, saying if there is a God help me. What I felt after that changed my entire life. I was not reading the Bible, I was not going to church, so it's not like I was coerced into believing something, I was at the lowest point in my life ready to commit the worst crime, and that supernatural experience fixed all the things the world couldn't. Without me trying.