Hey There,
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This blog came into being because silence keeps cycles alive. I share my story to breach that silence - for myself, for others walking away, and for a culture that still doesn't see the cost of Christian nationalism.
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I write because fundamentalism left me with scars - PTSD, silence, and a fractured sense of self. By naming the harm and by tracing its reach into our culture, I hope to stand with others who are reclaiming their lives beyond the control of the church.
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About Me
I was born with a Bible in my hand and fire in my bones. Branded with a Christian fish before I could breathe, I never really stood a chance at choosing my own path.
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My grandpa pastored a small Assembly of God church in the Ozark hills of Arkansas. The Bible Belt has its own brand of fundamentalism: claustrophobic, all-encompassing. My middle and high school years were spent in a tiny Christian school where my grandma was my teacher. Family, friends, and community all subscribed to the same script. I was raised in a bubble, never realizing there were other ways to live. In truth, I grew up in the largest cult this country has ever known—Christian nationalism. It draped the cross with an American flag and baptized patriotism as faith. For years, I thought the two were one and the same.
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After leaving an abusive marriage and becoming a single mother of two, my faith began to crack. Meeting my husband, Nate, gave me the safety to finally question it all—and the whole system collapsed. This blog is my attempt to trace that collapse and the rebuilding that followed. Maybe, in my story, you’ll find echoes of your own.
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Now I live in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. I’ve graduated from law school, and I’m building a new future with Nate, our three kids, and two Golden Retrievers. Turns out life outside the bubble isn’t just survivable—it’s good.
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