Nearly ten years ago I ran away from home to escape the horrifically abusive conditions I had been living in my whole life. I was nineteen. At the time, I knew something was wrong but I didn’t recognize what had happened to me as abuse–I had spent all that time labeling it as dysfunction. It wasn’t until one day my husband suggested I look up the signs of abuse and I sat there ticking them all off like some twisted checklist. Since then, I have been diagnosed with CPTSD and I have depression and severe anxiety. Growing up in a home run by Christian fundamentalists has left lasting effects on my mental health. This blog is to help remove the stigma about the illnesses I deal with on a daily basis, to help those who also struggle, and to make those aware what happens when religion goes wrong. Welcome. I hope you can feel safe here.