Oh, I don't know. I went through a long adolescent-angst period of wishing I could believe in some god, but I just couldn't take that step of actually having faith. I went to houses of worship and I think that if any HUMANS working there had actually shown any compassion for an angst-ridden and occasionally hysterically weeping teenager, I might have been convinced that they were following some higher power.
Now, I can see that what I really needed was that human compassion, but at the time, I thought whatever was bothering me was hopelessly beyond the reach of human aid.

Of course, the antidepressants of adulthood don't hurt, either.