I wasn’t raised in any religion. Live in the Bible Belt, most are Baptist. Growing up I remember being told by my mom that sort of thing “wasn’t meant for someone like me.” I still struggle finding the meaning behind that.
I was 20 and honestly severely depressed. I’d never went to church, read the Bible, didn’t even fully understand who Jesus was, but I did occasionally pray to God - despite not knowing what that meant. I had considered ending my life when a dear friend kind of came out of nowhere and invited me to church one night. There was adoration and I sat there, looked at Jesus, and I had no idea who He was or what any of this meant, but I wanted more. I think my heart was converted then. He was all I could think about. I spent many nights after that staying up and reading about/studying the Church and it only took a few months before I was intellectually won over as well.