From Faith to Wonder

For a long time, I didn’t talk about this story.

Not because I was ashamed, but because I didn’t know how to tell it without breaking something sacred—either the faith I’d left or the people who still held it. So I kept it quiet. I built a new life around the silence.

But silence has a weight. And over the years, that weight started to feel like dishonesty—not to others, but to myself. The truth is, this story didn’t need defending. It just needed telling.

What you’re about to read isn’t a manifesto or a map. It’s the record of a life that came apart and somehow held together anyway. It’s a love story, really—the kind that doesn’t end where you expect.

I’m sharing it now because wonder only means something if it’s shared. If it helps someone else feel a little less alone in their questions—or simply remember that honesty and kindness can coexist—then the telling was worth it.