I grew up astonished at how blessed I was to be born into an active Mormon family; now I wonder what the chances really are of being born Mormon, and I think how wild it is that it happened to me. I grew up feeling very privileged to supposedly have a truth that few others had, but now I feel deprived of much of my adolescence. I grew up wanting to share Mormonism with everyone that hadn't experienced it, now I dislike mentioning that I'm originally from Utah. I grew up an orthodox, devout Mormon, and now I'm a skeptical, free-thinking atheist. These stories are an intimate view into my life. But I feel strongly that sharing them is the right thing to do. I share them without shame and own them completely. As Brene Brown says, "tell your story with your whole heart", and that is exactly what I plan to do.