My Story – Lauren
I attended an extremely hardcore, abusive, and fundamentalist Southern Baptist run private school from second grade through twelfth grade. I am now 25 and I’m three years into dealing with the residual...
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Hi, I’m Matt and I’m a recovering evangelical. I was brought up in a loving, but very conservative evangelical home. Went to Uni and then got a job in a church. But after three years working for a...
View ArticleMy Story – Mark Davis
Opening excerpt from my new book, GOD IN CHAINS: 1 So this is what it’s like to not know what you believe anymore. You have just awoken. You stare up from the bed at a ceiling that is no longer there....
View ArticleMy Story – Joan
My parents drank the koolaid of the “Charismatic” movement/”Moral Majority.” It got to a point where it was “we’re moving to Guyana, kids” bad. If Pat Robertson had been Jim Jones, we would be buried...
View ArticleMy Story – Anna
It started, for me, as a little girl, walking up to the altar after an inspiring puppet-show about Jesus Christ and his love for little, sinning, me. I was four years old. No one pushed me out of my...
View ArticleMy Story – Kim
Hi, my name is Kim and I’m a recovering fundamentalist. I was raised in an evangelical, fundamentalist household. I was sent to a private fundamentalist school from K-8 that was part of the racist...
View ArticleMy Story – Phil
My name is Phil, and I’m recovering from Protestantism. My story started with the Seventh-Day Adventist cult. I was very young as a kid who learned about the seventh day (Saturday) still being holy,...
View ArticleMy Story – Matt
I am in my mid 30′s and a dad. I grew up in a very fundamentalist church, of which my dad is a minister. He was never as strict as some of the other preachers, so I thought I escaped relatively...
View ArticleMy Story – Rico
Tough scenario. 61 years old, in year three of missionary work with my wife after giving up everything to come here, and I have finally decided to walk away from the supernatural after a life of belief...
View ArticleMy Story – Grace Peterson
It began when I was a kid, the feeling of impending doom. Something terrible was going to happen at any moment. A nebulous yet all-consuming fear of the unknown gripped me—by day. By night, it was an...
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