I grew up in a small religious cult up until I was 12. At that point, I was able to finally break free —- although my decision resulted in serious consequences. And of course, there was also adulthood, for which I was not prepared.
At first, it seemed that my childhood and raising had been “normal”, but I later came to understand my childhood for what it had actually been. My younger years were piled with abuse in every form — emotional incest, spiritual abuse and other forms of trauma which have caused me to suffer with PTSD — leaving me mentally unstable and on an intense quest, to try to find any sense normalcy.
I spent a few years devastated and overwhelmed by depression and trauma. I didn’t know it at the time, but I lacked a sense of purpose — something to hold on to.