Sometimes we get lost trying to find our way home. If you’ve ever walked away from a community wondering what was wrong with you — this is for you. There is nothing wrong with you. You’re just someone who was paying close attention.
If I had a physical injury — like walking with a limp after a serious car accident — you might understand my faith wounding differently. My story isn’t about threatening your faith. It’s about working through what happened to me.
Before I ever walked into a church, I was already carrying something. A loss that happened before language. Before memory. Before I had a single word for any of it. This is the story of what that loss made me believe — and what I am finally learning to let go.
Safety isn’t the absence of danger. It’s the presence of something. Learn how to recognize real safety in your body, test for it in relationships, and begin rebuilding trust with yourself — one small step at a time.
Self-distrust doesn’t arrive all at once. It gets installed — quietly, systematically, by systems that need you not to trust yourself in order to keep you close.
Religious trauma lives in the body long after you’ve left the building. Here’s what actually helps — and why peer support works when other approaches make it worse.
What if home isn’t somewhere you finally arrive at? What if it’s a moment you notice — and then another, and then another? A post for anyone exhausted from trying to heal their way home.
Are we living from something true and rooted in us, or are we moving to someone else’s rhythm without even knowing it? I spent years dancing to a beat that wasn’t mine — convinced it was leading me home. This is what I learned about systems that use our deepest needs to keep us in…
