Shattered
Broken
&
Losing My Religion & Finding Faith
A Journey of Breaking Free, Healing, and Rebirth
What if everything you believed about
yourself was never really you?
For 36 years, I lived in a world that dictated every part of my existence. I was born into the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a high-control religious cult that shaped my identity, my thoughts, and my entire reality. It wasn’t just a belief system—it was my prison. A world where questioning meant punishment, where obedience meant survival, and where love was conditional on how well I conformed.
I was taught who I could be, what I could think, and how I could love. There was no room for self-exploration—only rules, fear, and a deep sense of unworthiness if I ever dared to step out of line. I learned to betray myself to stay safe, to silence my voice to be accepted. And for decades, I did. Until one day, I couldn’t anymore.
I know what it’s like to feel trapped—to live in a cage so long that you start to believe freedom doesn’t exist. But I also know what it’s like to break free.
The Shattering That Saved Me
The Shattering That Saved Me
For So Long,
I held myself together like a fragile vase, carefully pieced together by beliefs, roles, and expectations that weren’t my own. Then, one day, everything shattered.
First, it was my faith—the foundation I had built my entire life upon. I started questioning the teachings I had been conditioned to obey, and as the cracks formed, the entire structure came crashing down.
Then, it was my family.
The very people who were supposed to love me unconditionally. When I chose truth over conformity, I was cast out. The same people who once called me "daughter" and "sister" erased me from their lives without hesitation.
And then, my relationship.
The one I had poured every ounce of myself into. After surviving a narcissistic father and family dynamic it is no surprise that I walked straight into the arms of a narcissist, believing that love meant enduring pain. I became entangled in a toxic dynamic of emotional manipulation, gaslighting, and control. I lost myself —this time, not to a religion, but to a man who convinced me I was nothing without him.
I thought I was breaking, but in reality, I was finally being set free. I left all of it behind in search of who I was meant to be.
Picking Up the Pieces
I had lost everything—my community, my family, my sense of self. And yet, for the first time, I had the chance to truly rebuild.
But I didn’t piece myself back together in the same fragile way. This time, I laid a new foundation—one built on truth, self-love, and unshakable inner strength. The pieces of me that had been shattered were no longer something to mourn, but something to cherish. Because in that breaking, I found who I was always meant to be.
And I wouldn’t change a single part of it.
For the Ones Who Feel Trapped, Alone, or Lost
This book is for you if:
You’ve felt the weight of religious trauma, manipulation, or the pain of breaking free.
You’ve been entangled in a toxic, narcissistic relationship that made you doubt your worth.
You’ve lost yourself in trying to please others and are ready to reclaim your own voice.
You want to feel seen, understood, and empowered to step into your truth.
You’ve ever questioned your beliefs, your past, or the life you were handed.
More Than a Memoir—A Revolution
This book is not just my story. It’s a beacon of hope for anyone who has ever felt trapped in an identity that wasn’t truly theirs. Through every painful step, I share not only my journey but the lessons, insights, and healing tools that helped me rebuild my life from the ground up. You are not alone. And no matter how broken you feel right now, I promise—there is a way forward.
