Your default mode is being owned by yourself, and no one else can tell you who to love, what to fear, or what to find joy in. Your religion is not my religion, and that's okay.
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.
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
"Sometimes you can only find heaven by backing slowly away from hell." Carrie Fisher quotes are a great start to any blog post, amirite? Seriously though, I've got that quote up on my dorm room wall in red-orange pen, complete with a grinning skull doodle that I like to think Carrie would've appreciated. It's there … Continue reading Backing Slowly Away from Hell: Post-Traumatic Growth and Deconversion
I've been having lots and lots of thoughts and epiphanies about recovery lately. About who I am, about the way I tell the tale of my life, and about the future I hope to have. Really, this is a post about storytelling and recovery and identity and life, and where all those fun things intersect. Last … Continue reading A Better View: The Power of Stories We Rewrite About Ourselves