What if there is a particular day when you fall out of faith?
There was at least that for me: July 12, 2015.
I didn’t expect that that would launch an existential crisis, though the departure of my wife and rejection by family didn’t help.
But I had to get out of a cult, and that came during an extraordinary cultural time in the United States. “Star Wars” returned to the big screen and Donald Trump was elected president, resulting in a public questioning of institutions.
Along the way came insights, narratives, or thoughts I had that I may not have thought otherwise.
Here’s the link for the publisher.