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Essays on Religious Trauma & Healing

Reflections on leaving high-control religion, rebuilding identity, and what healing actually takes, written alongside the work of my upcoming memoir, The Runaway.

A boy lying in the grass beneath an apple tree, looking up at the branches

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What Image Brings You Calm?

Years later, when I was in EMDR therapy, my therapist asked me to imagine a place that brought me joy, called a "calm place." This scene came to mind immediately.

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1970 newspaper clipping headlined 'Mother Separated From Her Children: She Defied Order on Schooling'

Part 1

A Pain that Never Goes Away

Mom was one of the first parents to school her children at home. The action affected the six of us in ways hard to describe. This is part of that account.

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1970 newspaper clipping headlined 'Mother Separated From Her Children: She Defied Order on Schooling'

Part 2

A Pain that Never Goes Away (Part 2)

A different social worker ushered us into her car, heading in the opposite direction from my younger siblings. The story continues.

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Amy, her husband, and their dog standing beside the Arctic Ocean road sign

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When it's Hard to Be Present

When you've been through events that overwhelmed you, emotions can be dangerous. A reflection on numbing, dissociation, and healing on the Alaska Highway.

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Amy standing on a rocky ledge with red rock canyon formations behind her

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Speaking Up

Trauma taught me to expect less. I didn't realize I should expect more. A reflection on learning to believe in myself and require respect.

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When Forgiving Is Not Good

I thought forgiving quickly was a good thing. I didn't realize I was handing an abuser a get-out-of-jail-free card every time I said it's okay.

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A misty forest path on a foggy winter day

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The Dreams that Wouldn't Go Away

My nightmares started when I was young in the monastery. I would dream I was running frantically through a pine forest, my superior in hot pursuit.

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A white church steeple with a cross against a cloudy sky

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When Leaving Is Not Enough

I lived in a high-control religious community for twenty-nine years. When I finally left, I thought I would simply thrive. I was wrong. The habits formed there don't die. They come along with you.

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