I was born to tell stories.

There is something so beautiful and wholesome about the human experience. It’s taken me a very long time to look at my life objectively and I’m far from perfect at it. If you’ve known me for any amount of time, you’ve experienced my obsession with reaching into your soul with minimal effort and holding your beautiful heart in my hands that were warmed by your mind.

I remember being as young as eight or nine years old and loving the stories people would tell. So much of our growth is in the wisdom of people who walked a path before us.

One day I went public with my story about leaving the religious cult known as Jehovah’s Witnesses. After that upload, I got curious about how we as human beings are more alike than we are different. I search for the likeness. Before long, I had hundreds of guests on my YouTube talk show telling their stories and each time a guest offered feedback, that feedback can be summed up in one word: cathartic.

During the process of leaving that religion that I was in for over three decades, I also went through a divorce after thirteen years of marriage and I have two amazing children who have gone through it with me.

I don’t pretend to have all the answers, nor do I want to, if I’m being honest. I don’t do much EXJW activism at this time as I am shifting my content to discuss what life is like on the other side of circumstances like that. I know my story isn’t unique. The more I tell it, the more I realize we all have our battle tales to tell.

I believe our stories matter. The more we tell it, the closer we get to moving through it and using it as a tool in our lives.

This can’t exist without you. I want us to learn, communicate, and share with each other. Tell me what you want to talk about and what stories you find to matter to you and I would love to tell it.

I want to thank you for subscribing to this online publication. I aim to provide value and if you find value in what I write, perhaps someone you know would benefit as well. I tell on myself so you don’t have to.

Thank you for being here.

Sending you so much love,

Wendi