LIFE AFTER THE CULT
Banishing the Bully from My Brain
Rewiring my brain to be more kind
Like many other children born of well-meaning Christian parents, I was raised to believe that man is inherently evil. Only God is good. I am a sinner.
I saw no reason to question this.
It made perfect sense.
When I stopped to consider myself, I was pretty awful. I seemed to make more than my share of mistakes, say the wrong things, do stupid things.
I even made mistakes on an epic scale.
I joined a cult. I raised my older children in the toxic environment of a high-control group. I sacrificed their childhoods and our freedom on the altar of the Children of God.
I see every mistake I make every single day. I can dissect those mistakes and study them under the microscope of my self-criticism.
I have plenty to be angry with myself about. Don’t I?
Self-bullying
Because of my negative views of myself and my poor life choices, I developed habits that can be described as nothing more than self-bullying and neglect.
Years went by when I didn’t take good care of myself. After four of my childbirths, I didn’t take time to…
