Browse Testimonies

Nia

I was a dark-skinned girl who hated herself, always trying to be validated by people around me, living a lifestyle I shouldn't have been living. I changed my eye color, my hair, chased relationships — but I always had a big friend group and felt so empty inside.

Tessa

I was a dominatrix and sex worker who felt completely unworthy and unlovable. The adult industry made me feel worthy when nothing else did. I had no ID, no way out, and a suicide plan ready for when my time in the industry ran out.

Dui

I was a spiritual coach called Summer — a false identity I built from scratch — running women's circles, doing witchcraft, plant medicine, and channeling spirit guides, while hiding years of prostitution, rape, and shame so deep I pretended it never happened.

Tommy

I was a drug addict dressing as a female, doing prostitution, injecting estrogen, living in the gay lifestyle, and dealing with demonic encounters every night. I really believed I was a female trapped in a male's body.

Christa

I was a shamanic healer and love addict cobbling together an identity from tarot, spirit guides, and relationships with men. I was in pain all the time — like an open canker sore — and I was convinced I was working for the light while I was actually an agent of the enemy.

Omar

I was a fatherless kid from the projects who adopted a fake identity to hide where I came from. I chased women, cocaine, and alcohol for years trying to fill an emptiness I couldn't name. I had a failed marriage, kids I couldn't raise, and I felt like I was screaming for help from inside a dark cell and nobody could hear me.

Ashley

I was a plus-sized girl who got bullied everywhere I went, molested at eight, and spent years lying and manipulating people just so someone would love me. I felt like God made a mistake with me and I had to fix it myself.

Rosaria

I was a tenured lesbian professor, a gay rights activist, a leader in the LGBTQ movement, fervent for Freud, Marx, Hegel, and Darwin. I believed my lesbian life was a cleaner, more moral way to live and that I had found my real self.

Kevin

I was a violent, angry Iranian Muslim in Sweden — high dyslexic, dysfunctional, always in trouble. My only dream was to grow up strong enough to destroy my father. Rage was my identity and my greatest comfort. I didn't believe love existed.

Abby

I was a dancer, a drug user, a psychology student living a double life — always trying to fit in, never knowing who I was. No identity, no knowledge of God, just seeking wherever I could find it. I was good at hiding everything.

Monique

I was a black Christian who saw the world through a pro-black lens, believed all white people were racist, and had been taught that systems of whiteness were the root of oppression. Race was the most important thing about me.

Andrea

I was a stripper, deep into drugs and alcohol, running from an abusive relationship, feeling cursed — like everything I touched went bad and I had no control of my life. I felt like a no one with no purpose.