I don't know what makes other people tick. I never doubted that God was real. I can't say why. I wanted nothing to do with God. My dad was an atheist. He was hostile and aggressive about it too. I went to Sunday School. There were no cartoons on TV (No TV at first!) to give parents a break from the kids, so my parents sent us to Sunday School instead. That was a normal English tradition. My dad was OK to a degree. He really thought that all four kids would be like him. But he also thought that we should be able to choose for ourselves.
I was put off Christianity by my 3 years of compulsory church attendance. 1 hour was an eternity for me. However, when I was 12 there was a family crisis (so it seemed at the time. It was not quite the disaster that my young mind imagined). I prayed to this God that I avoided at all costs. My prayer was answered. I was shocked to the core and immediately tried to rationalise it as coincidence.
My two younger brothers remained atheists. My sister became a Christian a few years after me. You can come to know God. I know how crazy this sounds, but in fact God did not make you the way you are. You've been on the forum enough to know the story of Adam and Eve, how they turned away from God and became Satan's puppets. God wants to save you from all that. Do you know what I get if you ask God to open your eyes and save you? Nothing. I get no brownie points with God. I'll be delighted because I do not want to see anyone go to hell. I have been a Christian 50 years. It is tough at times. But I could not go back to the way I was.
I was in hospital with heart trouble a couple of years ago. They wanted to stop my heart and fire it up again. I wondered if it was my last day on earth. I was almost looking forward to going to the next life. As it happened, my heart came back to normal without intervention. Both the anaesthetist and heart specialist were Christians. We had a little church meeting to celebrate, only briefly as they were busy. This is the story of my life, God being there to help all the time. It could be your story too.