My stomach sank. I could not believe this was happening. Was my cult therapist gaslighting me?
The more I swim around in the grey, the more I recognize black-and-whiteness in the everyday world.
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.
You can't truly understand what drives people to join cults until you've joined one yourself.
As an outspoken survivor of many abuses throughout my life, I've heard this phrase too often to count. It never fails to sting....
Like most lifelong cultists, I have a pattern of being drawn into toxic relationships, in which I am dominated by the other person. This pattern is also common in survivors of domestic violence and child abuse. There are plenty of theories as to why we “love-reincarnate” our past abusers, never learning our lesson even after … Continue reading The Dealbreaker List: Ending the Cycle of Abuse
I continued to say her name, trying to prove to myself that it's just a name -- she can't touch or hurt me. But then I felt her standing behind me...
I wasn't writing opinions. I was writing my feelings. And. My. Feelings. Are. Not. Up. For. Debate.