I find myself not very concerned with anything Mormon anymore. Yes, it's part of my past; has shaped much of who I am now (including the leaving part); but life moves forward and I find myself giving it less thought every day.
I'm not worried about the ward people finding us (so far, they haven't).
I don't care about the upcoming general conference (I used to brace myself for it, especially knowing that at least one talk about LGBTQ issues would be coming).
I scroll through the posts on the Exmormon Reddit sub, and I don't read most of them now. They aren't interesting or pertinent.
With that article I posted on Facebook last week, I pissed off a very devout LDS family member, and she blocked me. That's one less person I have to worry about pissing off.
The other Mormons in my life are understanding, loving, and kind.
I don't live anywhere near Utah (or Idaho or Arizona), so there's no influence there. I'm not constantly slapped in the face with it.
I can breathe and think freely.
I have peace.
I feel well.
Maybe this is the "healed" portion of the program.