Manipulating Minds - Breaking the Unbroken
How Faith Based Programs Ensure Everyone is Broken
I didn’t realize a church could rewrite the story of my life with whispers and good intentions. But there I was, sitting in a dimly lit room, learning to doubt the very memories that once made me feel whole. What they called healing felt more like erosion — a slow wearing away of truth, identity, and the sacred simplicity of a childhood built on love. Some harms don’t roar; they glide in quietly, dressed as prayer, and you don’t recognize the damage until the person staring back at you in the mirror feels like a stranger.
“If the ‘healing’ requires me to disappear, it’s not healing. It’s harm.”
A Childhood Built on Love and Faith
I grew up in a home many people would envy. Stability wasn’t a luxury in our house; it was the air we breathed. My parents loved their kids fiercely, raised us with conviction, and practiced their faith with sincerity.
I didn’t grow up around conflict. I never once witnessed a fight between my mom and dad, I have never even heard them swear. Our …
