To Life, to abundance, to my own heart
I was a mormon.
I am from a generational chain of devoted believers. My parents have passed. My sibling’s lives are immersed in devout belief and service. They are intelligent doers. The church is their promise and passion.
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In 1967 I found out about doctrinal bigotry and the consequences of dark skin or inherited blood. I felt sick to my stomach, cold. I was 10 years old.
In wanderings, musings, askings, pleadings, God, this heavenly father, remained silent through the years. I was dying little by little with debilitating depression. No heavenly assurance, no peace. All exhausting pleadings ending in extended dispairing.
I worked hard for mental health. I was living little by little. Mental health did not mix with Mormonism. I left breaking free from a box and a checklist. I left while finding good boundaries. I left while finding personal values. I shed the itchy pulpit phrases, “We must, we must. We should, we should.”
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Where am I going? To life, to abundance, to my own heart and inspiration. I am going into courage and messiness and the wholeness of imperfection. I am leaving busyness behind to value serenity. I’ll dance, profane, be angry, and sing.