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I was raised Catholic and was pretty devout into my 20s. But there were always things that seemed completely wrong to me (e.g., birth control being a sin) and I chose to ignore those things. When I thought about the nature of god, I decided that I couldn't fathom a god who needed to be "thanked and prasied" at every turn, and that those things were really more for people.
After a while, I got to the point where I decided that if someone proved there was, or was not, a god, I'd still live my life the same way because I thought it was the right way.
What that sort of view, I lived my life for some more years. As I went along, the existence of god just made less and less sense to me. Eventually I realized that I no longer believe in god.
So, for me, it was a long, slow progression.
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