I was never more than just a flirt with JWism during impressionable youth years (and a really cute GF!)
GF asked one day if I really believed in the virgin birth. To that point I had been a floppy Anglican and had never really thought about such things. I realised I did not believe.
In my early 20s I travelled a lot and an afternoon at St Peters in Rome opened the floodgates to the realisation that all these people genuflecting to something in their imagination were just in love with the idea of faith. I have observed the same throughout the world in every religion.
Pascal's Wager terrifies mankind.
I cannot imagine being anything but a confirmed atheist, but there are an awful lot of things I do not understand or cannot explain.