I Found Real Connection When I Left Religion

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The Moment I Knew

I sat through 40 years of sermons about love—
while silently drowning in shame I didn’t even know I had.
I sang, played, and led songs about freedom—
while feeling scared to breathe wrong.
Prayed for guidance—
and got silenced for asking questions.

When I walked out of those doors for the last time,
I thought I was leaving ‘God’ behind.

And it took a hot minute. Because for a LONG time - I wanted nothing to do with those triggering words.

Turns out… I was finally walking toward Her.
The real Divine.
The Source, the Spirit, (whatever your preferred name) who’d been waiting. Always available.

The Divine They Never Mentioned

The religious “G$d” was never in the fear.
She was in my curiosity.
She was in my body.
She was in my “no.”
She was in every brave choice I made to stop performing.

Not a distant man in the clouds, ready to rain judgment on me at anytime,
But a fierce, feminine presence who weeps, laughs, bleeds, breathes—and stays.

She shows up in nature and in boundary lines.
She shows up in my rage and my release.
And in that transformation that begins with “maybe me.”

If the church never made room for you,
that doesn’t mean you were lost.
It simply means you outgrew your cage.

Letters to My Younger Self

You don’t need another rulebook.
You need to reconnect with the girl inside you who knew before she was taught to doubt.

This free mini-course guides you through a healing ritual of reflection and truth-telling—
one letter at a time.

She’s still listening.
And she’s ready to hear from the you who made it out.

👉 Download the Letters To My Younger Self Mini-Course Now
(A free gift from my heart to yours.)

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🔥 Something’s Rising… and It’s a Holy Rebellion!

There’s a fire awakening in women everywhere—
Not the kind that destroys.
The kind that liberates.

If you've been feeling the stir to reclaim your power, your pleasure, your entire damn life...
Stay close.

Holy Rebellion is coming.
An 8-week immersion into unchurching your soul, breaking old patterns, and becoming the woman you were never allowed to be.

Not just healing, but real transformation.

More soon.
But for now, just know:
You don’t need permission to burn things down and build something sacred in their place.

🎨 The Art of Becoming: Unchurch the Divine

This week’s creative ritual:
Create your personal holy space—on paper.

Create your sacred space—on paper.
Draw, collage, or scribble what your Divine looks like.
Not the one you were told to believe in, but the one you feel.

Ask yourself:

• Where do I meet the Divine (or whatever word you use)—without permission?

• What colors, textures, or symbols feel like Source/Creator (insert your word here) to me?

Let your hands speak. No rules. Just reverence.

 🔥 3 Easy Ways to Connect to the Divine:

⚡ 60-Second Energy Reset: The Divine Connection

Why it works:
This simple grounding tells your nervous system what religion never did:
You are sacred. You are safe. You belong.

Try this now:
Stand. Feet hip-width apart.
Close your eyes.
Imagine roots growing from your feet into the Earth.
Then—golden light pouring from above, into the crown of your head.
Let it meet in your heart.

Breathe.
You are the space where Heaven and Earth meet.

💌 P.S. Love Note

Sweet sister,
You didn’t lose your faith when you walked away.
You found it—when you started trusting yourself.

You are the temple.
You are the sacred space.
Come home to yourself.

And hey—before you go?
Hit reply.
Yes, really. I read every single one.
Whether you send a line, a love note, or your own “WTF, me too!” story—I’m here for it.
Because you matter. Your voice matters. And this space? It’s not just mine. It’s ours.

I love you!

Debby