I was raised in (and out) of evangelical churches. High-demand religion that left me in a lifelong pattern of people-pleasing, a lack of personal boundaries, and an unquestioning respect for authority. It also set me up for a life enmeshed in patriarchy and emotional and mental abuse within my romantic relationships. I left the organized church in my early thirties, and after experiencing a breakdown in my marriage years later, I dug deep into my spiritual practice to heal myself. I discovered that I never lost my love for Jesus, and that I earnestly wanted a relationship with God, but not in the framework of the American evangelical church. Through spending time in nature, journaling, prayer, and meditation, I rebuilt my faith and my relationship to God.

Hi, my name is Luanne and I am a mental health coach a peer support specialist and a community chaplain. I have been through a lot in my life and at one point I turned my back on God because I blamed him for everything. Even though I had created a bad situation. I woke up one day after I had lost everything and realized it was not God’s fault it was my fault. So during that period of trial, I begin to grow closer to God and I can help you do

I spent six years off and on in an abusive relationship with a narcissistic partner. Over time, my self-esteem was completely beaten down, and I started to believe I couldn't live without him. My sense of self was shattered, and I didn’t even recognize the damage being done until it was too late. But through prayer and deep introspection, I began to see myself the way God sees me — with love, worth, and potential. The journey wasn’t easy, but it led me to spiritual healing and self-empowerment. I realized I wasn’t just healing from one toxic relationship, but from patterns I’d allowed in other areas of my life — including friendships and family dynamics. Today, I’m a spiritual life coach, and I’m passionate about helping others break free from the cycle of narcissistic abuse. I can guide you through healing and help you transform your pain into power. If you’re struggling with self-doubt and can’t see the way out, I’m here to help you find your strength and reconnect with your divine self.

I grew up in a religious group that controlled every part of my life, even down to how I thought and felt. It wasn’t just spiritual, there was abuse, betrayal, and deep wounds that shaped my sense of self. Leaving that community meant losing my family, friends, and the only life I had ever known. For years, I struggled with isolation, PTSD, and questioning everything I believed in. Through therapy, art therapy, journaling, and connecting with others who had walked similar paths, I began slowly rebuilding who I was outside of those walls. It took time to trust myself again, but today, I live freely, grounded in my own values and dreams. I now support others who are stepping away from controlling environments, helping them navigate grief, find their voice, and believe that life after leaving can be beautiful.

I grew up in a privileged family where maintaining the right relationships and meeting certain standards was the expectation if I wanted support. My marriage, lasting 12 years, ended amicably after lots of counseling. While we parted ways as friends, it wasn’t easy. It was during and after that marriage that I experienced a deep faith and spiritual crisis. Raised in a Christian environment, I found myself questioning everything I had believed, wrestling with the idea of faith in a world that often didn’t seem to care about the truth I had once relied on. But instead of running from the discomfort, I leaned into it, realizing that freedom and finding my own path were the ultimate goals. After years of reflection, it became clear that my journey was about embracing an open mind while seeking peace within myself. Since then, I’ve counseled friends through similar crises, helping them navigate difficult relationship dynamics or faith challenges. I’ve also been able to move forward into a more nomadic lifestyle, finding meaning in everyday moments and helping others along the way. It’s my hope to offer a compassionate ear and a thoughtful perspective to those who are struggling with where they are spiritually and emotionally, especially when it feels like everything is in question.

I am an ordained Presbyerian pastor with a Masters in Divinity. While far from a master of the divine, I've had a long faith journey that has had many twists and turns, from some more traditional beliefs to having very few if any beliefs to now somewhere in between. Utilizing my knowledge of my own personal journey along with church history, my study of various religious doctrines and knowledge of sacred texts, I am well-equipped to help you navigate your own spiritual exploration on a path that feels true to you and your experience.

Hi, I’m a 42-year-old woman living a new and full life after battling alcohol addiction. I spent years caught in a cycle of drinking, convincing myself I'd change "tomorrow," until my health collapsed and I needed a life-saving liver transplant. That terrifying moment became my turning point. With the support of my husband, an amazing addiction therapist, and a commitment to the 12 steps, I found my way to lasting sobriety. In the process, I also healed from the effects of growing up with a mother who struggled with her own mental health. Today, I’m over three years sober, pursuing my Master’s degree to become a Licensed Mental Health Counselor specializing in substance abuse, and working toward adopting a child with my husband. I believe that life after addiction can be filled with more joy, connection, and purpose than we ever imagined. I'm here to share hope, tools, and encouragement with anyone walking a similar path.

My freshman year of high school I came out of the "Broom Closet" to my family and although I am a hereditary witch through my mother's father my immediate family were devoutly Christian. My mother was Pentecostal who had been raised devoutly Southern Baptist. My stepmom was raised in the Calvary church denomination and My father was raised as a Seventh day Adventist. So to say it went over well would be a lie but eventually as I discovered more and more about my faith and spirituality I was able to communicate the highlights of my religion to my family. Eventually I was able to gain their acceptance and even found lifelong friends in a coven. A path of spirituality can be rocky at first but each step along that path eventually takes you to the road that your soul strived to walk. If you end up walking this road or another its all up to your will and the knowledge you find along it, the knowledge of yourself and the universe.

I grew up going to a Southern Baptist church 3 days a week. I was committed, prayerful, and devoted to what I believed was a personal relationship with Christ. Yet there was a constant friction, because I also value equality and empathy, which often conflicted with the rigid teachings around me. This led to constant feelings of guilt and cognitive dissonance. One Sunday in my mid 20s , the dissonance dissipated and I found clarity. Despite my desperate prayers and the sobs heaving in my chest, I was met with total silence. This silence was not the peaceful kind, but the kind that reveals truth. I then realized that no divine rescue was ever coming, and I would have to be my own savior. That realization was the catalyst for not only leaving the church, but also leaving a seven year long abusive relationship. I began the painful, liberating journey of reclaiming my identity. My story now allows me to hold space for others who are facing religious trauma and spiritual deconstruction.

I identify as a Christian. I attend a non-denominational church near me. I was raised in a Nazarene church, a protestant denomination. I've recently realized that I had been more religious than actually knowing God personally. I grew up with more of a fear of God and the fear of where I would be spending eternity. I was afraid to make mistakes and show my flaws. My faith created more anxiety than peace in my life. Now that I am much older, I am looking at my faith totally differently now that I attend a non-denominational church. I am starting to understand what it truly means to be a Christian and have a relationship with God. I'm also learning that God is forgiving and that I don't have to be perfect.

I’ve walked through my own seasons of difficulty - times of overwhelm, anxiety, and disconnection - and found my way toward presence and clarity. Through practices like Inner Relationship Focusing and the Untangling Method, I’ve learned how to sit with what feels stuck and allow space for new possibilities to emerge. My support is not about giving advice or quick fixes, but about creating a space where your experience is honored and can unfold in its own way. Together, we’ll explore what’s arising for you - whether that’s anxiety, sadness, or searching for purpose - and discover what feels most true, alive, and possible in the moment.

My journey has been anything but easy. I’ve faced many challenges, including substance use struggles, primarily with heroin, and have been diagnosed with autism, depression, and anxiety. My life was marked by homelessness, incarceration, and trauma, including sexual abuse by my stepbrother and an abusive father. My mother struggled with her own mental health challenges, and I grew up in a cult that shaped much of my early experiences. Recovery has been a long road, and I know firsthand that it comes in different forms for everyone. I’m here to offer my support and understanding. I’ve been through a lot—surviving suicide attempts, mental health challenges, and navigating my identity as a queer trans Indigenous man—and I’ve found hope again. I believe in the power of sharing stories and connecting with others on a real, raw, and honest level. I’m not a therapist, but I’m someone who can relate, listen, and guide you through the process of finding your authentic self.

I did not do anything wrong. I went to the doctor and had no problems. I ate well. Slept well. Had a happy life with a new puppy. Continued doing moderate walking and was excited to welcome a child into my marriage. One afternoon, I was craving ice cream and my husband said he would run to the store to pick up a gallon. The last thing I remember was going to the bathroom and the next thing I saw were the bright lights of a hospital room. I had lost my child and I have no idea what happened. The doctor said I was perfectly healthy and there were no telling signs. I asked him what I did wrong and he said, 'Nothing. Sometimes these things just happen and there is no explanation." I pondered over our talk several times and even called him back to talk to the doctor again but there was no explanation in my case. The best thing to know was that I was healthy and there were no complications and I could try again but in my mind, I still worried. If this has happened to you - let's talk.

Growing up, I was surrounded by abandonment, narcissism, emotional and physical abuse, and a toxic mix of religious trauma and racism. Even as a kid, I knew deep down it was wrong to judge or mistreat others, but standing up to it came with constant gaslighting and isolation. About 15 years ago, I made the decision to go no contact with my family, and it has been one of the most freeing and healing choices I’ve ever made. I realized I couldn’t change them, and trying only kept me stuck in a cycle of pain. Choosing peace over dysfunction allowed me to finally start living for myself and raising my child in a healthier environment. As a single mom with a disability, I face daily challenges, but I’ve built resilience through it all. I would love to offer support to anyone struggling with whether to go no contact, navigating the aftermath, or simply trying to heal from toxic family dynamics.

From the time I was a child, my life was filled with instability, trauma, and heartbreak. I moved through 30 different schools across five states, navigated a childhood full of abuses, and later battled through broken marriages and devastating betrayals. Addictions quickly became my way of numbing the pain—meth, alcohol, cigarettes, anything to feel okay. I even ended up in rehab and hospitals. My addiction to alcohol nearly killed me, leading to a stroke and permanent partial blindness. Through relentless faith, family support, AA, and my own fierce determination, I clawed my way to sobriety. Seven years sober now, I’m living a life I once thought was impossible—free from the lies addiction whispered to me for decades. I know how overwhelming it feels when the pit seems bottomless, and I’m here to be a light for anyone still trying to find their way out.

I grew up around a lot of instability—mental health issues in my family, DV in the home, and I spent my teen years going in and out of hospitals for suicidal ideation. My experiences led me down a path of delusions, addiction, and homelessness. I hit a low where I felt disconnected from everything, especially my faith. But after the deaths of my godfather and grandmother, something shifted. My grandmother gave me her old Catechism book before she passed, and somehow, holding it made me feel less lost. I'm transmasculine, Latinx, queer, and creative—and for a long time, I thought there was no space for someone like me in the Catholic faith. But I’ve been slowly reclaiming it in my own way, with honesty, questioning, and a lot of compassion for myself. Reconnecting with something spiritual while healing from trauma isn’t easy, but I’ve found peace in making it my own. I’d love to hold space for anyone trying to rebuild a relationship with their faith after pain.

Hi, I’m Michael — a peer support specialist, minister, father, and survivor. My life’s story includes overcoming childhood sexual abuse, addiction to alcohol and opioids, family violence, and deep personal loss. I started drinking at 10 years old, using it to numb the pain of things no child should ever have to endure. It took a lot of time, community, faith, and resilience to heal and build the life I have today. I’ve been sober from alcohol since 1989 and free from opioids since 2005. Along the way, I also raised two kids (and later adopted a daughter at 13), navigated grief, broken family bonds, and found a life full of service to others. Whether you're struggling with addiction, trauma, family dynamics, parenting challenges, or just feeling like you don’t know where to start—I’m here. I’ll meet you where you are with understanding, patience, and hope.

I started using drugs when I was just 11 years old. For the next 25 years, addiction shaped my life—it brought trauma, rejection, and the heartbreaking loss of relationships, especially with my children. When my mom passed away, everything hit me like a tidal wave. I was estranged from my kids, at rock bottom, and felt completely alone. That’s when I entered a faith-based treatment program and stayed for a full year. It wasn’t easy, but that year gave me the foundation I needed. I’ve now been sober since August of 2017.

Living with both autism and ADHD (AuDHD) often made the world feel overwhelming: too loud, too fast, too confusing. Emotions would hit me like waves I couldn’t predict or control. When I lost my father and grandmother, the grief collided with that chaos and left me feeling completely untethered. For a while, I didn’t know how to find my way back to myself. But turning to Buddhism gave me a foundation to heal. Through mindfulness, compassion, and the practice of being present without judgment, I started to find peace in places I never thought possible. Buddhism helped me understand my emotions, my energy, and my worth outside of what the world expected from me. Now, I walk with both grief and joy, and I’m passionate about helping others who are navigating life with AuDHD and searching for emotional grounding, self-trust, and real healing.

In 2015, I went on a vacation that changed everything. I thought I was traveling with someone I could trust, my partner, but instead, I was set up and betrayed in a way I still struggle to put into words. That experience nearly cost me my life and shattered the way I viewed people, relationships, and even myself. After I came home, I tried to bury the trauma, but it followed me. I spiraled into a 10-year battle with alcohol, ending up homeless, in and out of hospitals, and feeling completely alone. For a long time, I didn’t just lose trust in other, I lost trust in my own ability to make decisions. It felt like I would never feel safe again. But after hitting rock bottom and finally entering detox in 2022, I started slowly climbing back. I’ve now been sober for two years. I still deal with mental health struggles, but I no longer let them define me. I’ve learned how to rebuild trust in myself first, which has opened the door to trusting others again too.