When I was 8 years old, the adults in my life told me my Father loved me, and I believed them.

That was my first mistake.

When we moved to the small, conservative evangelical town of Rosenfeld, everyone started asking me “Are you Mennonite” and I had to discover for myself my Mennonite roots, beliefs and identity.

For 15 years I struggled with my faith, trying to earn the approval of the small community that I was so desperately clinging to. After that, I spent another 10 years trying to deal with the fallout of no longer subscribing to the belief system that I had bet all my chips on.

I endured 25 years of harm and healing in the name of my imaginary Heavenly Father, and this show is the closing chapter of that book. It’s for anyone who feels isolated during their deconstruction. More than anything, I want them to know that they are not alone.

No matter what they are told.