Your Life is Yours
Ex-Mormon Therapy for Women in Draper, Utah
Leaving church doesn't mean it left you.
You found me. Finally. A therapist who won't check for garment lines and who understands why Sunday shopping at Costco still feels illegal.
Whatever vestiges of Mormonism your week contains, the complicated feelings around your child's baptism, things you can't say in the family chat, the emotional toll of avoiding your favorite former ministering sister at Trader Joe's. I get it. No translation required.
The contradictions don't resolve themselves.
That’s the annoying thing. You no longer believe what you were told because of who said it, but the repetition of those lessons and the approval or rejection you experienced from those who were supposed to love you live in your bones.
You know you're allowed to say no. You still feel like you owe someone an explanation every time you do.
You know rest isn't something you have to earn, and you still feel deeply uncomfortable when you take it.
You know you're allowed to have opinions and needs, but you feel awful if they inconvenience anyone.
And underneath it all, there's often still a knot around disappointing your parents, even though you know you haven't done anything wrong.
Some of what you gave up is trivial. Some of it isn't.
Mormonism is what's called a high-demand religion.
It's a label that attempts to capture the pervasive influence and impact of religious life. Being Mormon is a thing that pushes into every corner of life and influences every thing: your diet, your language, your music, your dress, your finances, your priorities, your family structure, your sense of destiny and purpose.
Some of what you gave up on is trivial: coffee, R-rated movies. You might laugh about those now.
Some of it isn't.
It shows up as discomfort five years later when you wear that cute sleeveless outfit and hope you don't run into anyone from church (even though, apparently, Mormon God is now okay with shoulders).
Or saying yes when your sister-in-law asks to pray over your kids' breakfast, in your own home, then spending the rest of the morning untangling it: are you being too sensitive, was she out of line, or is this actually fine and you're the one making it complicated?
Or opening the box where your garments still live, once or twice a year. I should really do something with these. Throwing them out feels disrespectful, but disrespectful of what, exactly? Cutting them up feels like the right way, but a lot of them are barely worn, and right according to who? God? It's not like you're ever going to wear them again. This is too much effort for a box. You close it up, thinking maybe next time you'll just know what to do.
Catching yourself policing your daughter's clothing the same way it was done to you; infuriating and confusing how hard it is to brush off.
Deconstruction takes a long time because there's so much to take apart.
Mormonism is a lot like glitter; just when you think you've gotten it all cleaned up, you find more.
You lost your entire framework.
Mormonism doles out certainty in spades. Here's what your life is for. Here's what the creator of the universe wants from you. Here's what happens to everyone you love when they die. Here's how all the injustice gets made right in the end. You lose the built-in answers that smoothed over the pains of the everyday.
You lost your entire framework. Of course you're sad. Of course there's a seemingly never-ending well of complicated emotions, even though you felt at peace about the decision to leave.
You're allowed to take up space.
Mormon women are taught, in ways both spoken and unspoken, that someone else is always more qualified to decide what's right for you than you are. Even when you're given real responsibility, oversight of something, a calling, a role, it comes with an asterisk: someone with more authority can show up and overrule your decisions, and you're expected to let go of your inspiration without a fight.
There's no room in the culture for pushback or debate. Even offering your own expertise as a counterpoint is treated as a character flaw. Pridefulness. Lack of humility. If your opinion is stronger than whoever is assigned to be over you, or if you disagree with them, the fault is assumed to be yours.
No wonder it feels odd, even years later, when there's no failsafe left. It's unfamiliar and uncomfortable to take up so much space, to be the one with the opinion that matters most.
Frequently Asked Questions
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For most of us, Mormonism wasn't just a set of beliefs, it was the entire framework. How you saw yourself, how you weighed your choices, what counted as good, bad, or worthwhile. Leaving doesn't hand you the answers to any of that.
There's no offboarding process. (Someone really should start one.)
Most often, those questions get navigated one at a time, years later, as life brings each one into focus.
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You're the one who has to live inside the answer, so you're the one who gets to decide what it is. Even if what you're aiming for is renegotiation of your relationship to church, it helps to have a therapist who understands both how the church itself is structured and how that structure gets internalized into discomfort, obligation, guilt, and deference that get complicated and painful to sort through once you start asking questions. People stay for all kinds of reasons: family, a partner, wanting structure for their kids, community, opportunities to serve, heritage. None of those are lesser decisions than leaving.
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There's a lot to miss. Mormon doctrine contains a lot of beautiful promises. Chances are you also have real memories of real people, adults who, looking back, showed up for you voluntarily, who put actual thought into connecting with you and teaching you, even if some of what they taught you now feels misguided. There was community. A sense of shared belonging and purpose. Clarity. A kind of built-in confirmation that you were doing life right.
Honestly, when you focus on those moments, what's not to miss? Appreciating the good things Mormonism gave you is healthy, maybe a second language, a substance-free upbringing, a stable family, the fulfillment of being part of something bigger than yourself. Or even just the version of you that got to fully believe and invest in those things.
Finding that balance, and coming to peace with it, is important emotional work.
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Mine is, too. And I love them.
It's a strange, specific kind of tension, showing up in those spaces knowing you've lost some credibility, sensing that people feel a little threatened by you, even though you have zero intention of confronting anyone's beliefs or telling them they're wrong. You can just feel it: that they don't feel at ease with you like they used to.
There are explicitly religious things baked into your family's social rhythm: family prayers before every potluck, your mom and sister talking about each temple open house, seeing the lights at temple square, your niece's baptism, your nephew's farewell, the family nativity play at Christmas.
Mormon family culture doesn't tend to allow for the kind of direct communication that lets disagreement surface and settle. More often the response to discomfort with a family member's changing beliefs is silence, or a sudden uptick in conference talks and scripture passages filtering into your texts. The messages of concern are relayed by your aunt, or whichever sibling your mom feels closest to. Your dad saying loud and opinionated things about people who lose their faith while you're in the room, without ever turning to address you directly.
As uncomfortable as it is to acknowledge, the work may not be getting them to fully understand you. Of course, that would be beautiful. And in some families, it is on the table more than in others. But the most critical work is the ability to stay emotionally grounded, even when they don't.
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No. Our work is always about your priorities. There's added value in having a therapist who already understands the context, the nuance, the emotional realities woven through your life, even when Mormonism is just backdrop, not the main topic.
That said, I do read the room. If your life keeps bumping up against Mormonism in ways that are causing unresolved pain, I am going to encourage you to address it. But I'm not going to make it the theme of our work unless you want it to be.
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The word trauma gets thrown around a lot these days. For a lot of people, what they went through feels more like ambiguous harm. Choices made without really understanding what was being given up. Opportunities missed. A sense of self with too many hands in the pie. Guilt about disappointing people. Intense sadness over how you treated a friend going through her own faith crisis five years ago. Weirdness with family that never quite resolved.
All of that affects your quality of life and the emotional reality you inhabit day to day.
If what you're experiencing looks more like dissociation, flashbacks, intrusive memories, or panic that gets triggered by a specific religiously-associated task, smell, place, or phrase (rather than by general stress or overwhelm), you may be better served by a therapist who specializes in religious trauma treatment specifically. Allison Shiffler, LCSW, and Julie de Azevedo Hanks, PhD, LCSW (Wasatch Family Therapy), are both great options in Utah, trained in EMDR and experienced specifically with religious trauma and faith transitions.
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