Ten Positive Lessons I Learned From Growing Up In A Cult

I have had an odd life. I often feel like I’ve lived several of them already, in fact. One of them was as a cult member.

My mother started going along to their meetings when I was three-ish. She joined properly a few years later, and I didn’t manage to extract myself until I was in my late teens. I had many negative experiences growing up in a cult (naturally), but I also learned some good lessons from it, and had some positive experiences too. So today I thought I’d focus on the latter and share some of those in a post.

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