I was told, directly and indirectly, that the problem was me. My sin. My secrecy. My relationship. My body. My health. My temptation. My lack of accountability.

But the problem was abuse. And the CFC leaders who covered up the abuse.

There is hope after CFC, even for those of us so damaged that we felt we had no choice but to let go of our faith to keep our sanity.

Resistance seemed futile. God was a jealous God who would break my spirit and strip me of everything in order to gain my full submission. He was a sadistic, abusive being.