Exmormon - Blog Posts
Christians who are Really Into Jesus dying on the cross 🤝 Persecution Complex 🤝 “We’re the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn.”
For me it was moral perfectionism, i would constantly feel like i'm evil and immoral. I would sometimes become a doormat and let others push me around for the sake of that sweet, sweet, moral high ground. And back when i was religious, i would cope with others pushing me around by thinking "they'll be going to hell anyways".
Open discussion: has anyone dealt with perfectionism that most likely came from years of religious trauma?
I'm going home to see my family that I haven't seen in months and instead of spending time with me, they want to go do a religious service that I'm not a part of. Maybe I'm just being a bitch but they could literally go do this any other time! Why is it the one weekend that I'm there that they have to go??
Not to mention they're saddling me with my 13 nieces and nephew. No, no, don't ask if I'm fine with it (despite my numerous and very vocal statements how I don't like children). Clearly it'll be fine... after all, this was the entire purpose and how I was raised, to be a mother and caregiver.
What is everybody's random thing that brings back slightly traumatizing memories?
Mine is when a group of people is eating (potluck style) and they're all crowded around the serving table. My mind always screams that we can't start dishing up until we say a prayer.
Shout out to Mormonism to fucking up a normal celebratory thing for the rest of my life!
I was talking to my friend, having a conversation about god, and I mentioned how I'm not sure I believe in God because how would he let the things that happen happen. Then my friend said "so if there's a god, he would be an unfair god"
I... I had never thought of that before
it had never occurred to me, who was raised mormon, that a God could be anything less than perfect in every way
...anyway, gonna go re-think my entire perspective on life
A special shoutout to LGBTQ+ Mormons and exmos this pride; to you in the closet, sitting awkwardly in sacrament meeting, finding excuses to duck out of homophobic Sunday school lessons, you, wearing a rainbow pin to girl's camp, you out and proud and still attending, enduring side eye from sisters and comments to "maybe tone it down" from your bishop. You, afraid to bring your partner home, you who's only Mormon on Sundays but can't bear to let your parents down (earthly and heavenly). To you who took the bravest step and left the church and your community, and feel like you'll never find a new one. To you who hears "no way you were a mormon!" but are still unravelling the trauma of purity culture.
I see you.
I love you.
It gets better.
god is the space where God used to be
Who am I meant to be angry at now?
dostoyevsky // nicola yoon // ada limón // john steinbeck // avainblue // sylvia plath
yall ever get so high you actually rewrite the 10 commandments