My dad was educated by nuns and my mom ran away from a strict Catholic house. Needless to say there's a lot of religion-bashing in my house. The first time I really heard religion talked about in a positive manner was by my friend's father, who got a lot of support from the church while he was overcoming some issues. Whatever works for everyone, I figure they should go for it as long as it doesn't encroach onto anyone else's life.
In the meantime, I debate with myself on the meaning of following a religion based around guilt and trying to overcome the original sin, and the only way to be saved is to throw yourself into the arms of a power you can't understand. I'll find my way eventually, whatever it is. My religion is the same as my major: undecided.