My book, The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid, is coming along, slowly but surely. Turns out I had to learn how to write a book first. Thanks to Cami Ostman and the writers of Memory to Memoir I have gained invaluable support and feedback on this strange trip.
The recent surge of online truth telling, specifically the #MeToo, #ChurchToo, #RaptureAnxiety and #EmptythePews threads on Twitter have astounded me. There are so many of us. PTSD, anxiety and depression abound in the ex-evangelical community. Seems like a good time to tell my story, even if it’s just another voice in the crowd.
If you have one, please tell yours, too. One thing I have learned is to give myself permission to write it all down. Edit later. But get it out. There isn’t anything that can’t be faced on the page. Trauma, like evil, loses its power in the light.
Joy, Love, Peace and Merry Christmas,