My stomach sank. I could not believe this was happening. Was my cult therapist gaslighting me?
Hello, darling readers. I am so excited to share this update with you! A few years ago, I took a big risk by starting this cult recovery/awareness blog. It was a commitment to speaking my truth, helping others feel validated, and holding abusers accountable. Today, I took an even bigger risk. I decided to start … Continue reading I survived 18 years of cultic abuse. This is my story.
This is how I think for myself:
The more I swim around in the grey, the more I recognize black-and-whiteness in the everyday world.
Feminism is for all women... until you stop being a woman in a way that is convenient.
Hint: it has something to do with brain fog.
Wolves are demonized as barbaric, monstrous terror-machines. They're the Big Bad in many classic fairy tales. But I see them differently.
I could not swim away, but only try to stay afloat, tethered to one spot... and it was only a matter of time before I drowned.
My teeth looked decades older than they were, and my bones felt like they could splinter if a butterfly landed on me.
To anyone out there who still thinks non-physical abuse isn't real or valid, please: reconsider your stance.