I'm pretty staunchly atheist. My mom took me to a Unitarian Universalist church for a year or so when I was a kid, and that's the closest I've ever come to church or religion. I mostly went for the hot chocolate because god damn, church hot chocolate just hits different. I grew up in a town in Utah that was 95% Mormon, which was pretty weird in retrospect. I thankfully wasn't bullied or excluded for my lack of beliefs, but I did have to suffer through a few conversion attempts. My exmo partner likes to make fun of all the ridiculously incorrect things I've absorbed via cultural osmosis.

I do try to give myself some spiritual time. That usually entails looking at the mountains here and thinking the existential thoughts I normally don't give myself time to think about. If I need to do that while I'm feeling sad or mopey, I'll make some herbal tea and sip it while I'm chilling. I have a really strong aversion to many other forms of spiritualism (like crystals and some forms of meditation) due to some childhood trauma. I haven't worked on that trauma because my approach seems to work well enough for me. I only experience existential dread when I fail to take good emotional care of myself.