My Story

I’d say for me I was just raised in it, I got pics of me as a baby with a bible in my hands, my name is literally Elijah David, and my mom said she had some kind of dream about me before I was born or something idk.

But especially growing up undiagnosed autistic I was very easy to mold and it became a huge hyperfixation of mine which everyone loved. I tried so hard to be like what I read Jesus as and I grew older I didn’t see the same happening around me.

I struggled because I had severe depression from being undiagnosed autistic and everything just seemed so hard. I called out to god, cried, begged, everything, and got nothing back no matter how hard I tried to be as much like Jesus as I knew to be.

Then my sister passed in 2023 and the funeral was overtaken by the church that hurt her the most and turned into a sermon instead of a memorial for her. That’s when I really left the church and started to deconstruct a lot of things.

At this time though, I wanted to have a relationship with Jesus, so I still was studying and reading and praying and everything on my own. That’s when I really started to dig into the historical accounts of things, and realized I didn’t see enough evidence to support the things I was told was truth all my life. So that’s when I really kinda just left and started digging into the history of all of it.

I’m still learning so much but it’s truly insane to me how much I was taught was 100% fact and it has nothing more than any other religion in the world.