Tassja and I found each other through the #ReligiousTraumaSyndrome tag on Instagram, and I'm happy to share her story with you. It involves an up-and-coming in the Toronto film industry, a stint at a tattoo shop, losing a best friend to a high-demand religion... oh yeah, and Mean Girls.
Stories are power. They shatter fear and silence. They are a spark for hope. I'll be adding every name to a list on my blog, a place anyone can go for hope if they ever feel lost or alone. An online refuge. A digital Statue of Liberty. If you feel trapped or lost, see how many people have come before you. If you are building a new freedom for yourself, see how many other people you can come alongside. ❤
The day came when the only thing that would save my life was the truth. And dear God, I had to save my own life. So I did. One year ago. After that, I had to learn that truth was also the only way to live it.
The "lessons" we learn about ourselves The deepest lessons we learn in life aren't from the classroom. They're not on paper. Not even in the field.* Instead we learn them from each other. From how others treat us. These lessons can happen in the moment, between the lines. Sometimes they're explicit and outright. They can … Continue reading I Am That I Am: We Are So Much More than What People Think of Us
There's this lie. This lie I was spoon fed from birth. A lie they put in an IV drip, one I carried with me always, until the lie became my very blood. A lie that lives, still, at the very center of me. Of everything. This lie: At my heart of hearts, I believe that … Continue reading Still Rebuilding: When Christianity Robs You of Your Very Personhood