We said we were different. We said we’d learned. We said we’d devote ourselves to getting everyone out But we could no more help one of our own than we can ourselves. I think it’s true when our families and friends say we’re forever changed. But not in the ways we want. Not in the ways that matter. Not in the ways you’d ever want to admit to anyone.
So therein lies the rub. It’s necessary for me to do something to stop the cult. But the only thing I have to contribute is my story, what they did to me , to warn others and how I’m trying to make amends.
And to do any of that it has to be honest. I’ve never had a problem owning up to anything.
Until those things started becoming sinister and manipulative , then it gets a little touchy; how willing am I to be that open?
- But I don’t think I really have a choice. In Scientology one of the worst things you can be is “Reasonable”. It is defined loosely as having counterintention on something , looking for reasons to not produce . I am unwilling to be reasonable about the cult. Or Narconons ties to it. And that means truth. Regardless how it makes me look. Or feel about people , strangers, knowing a lot of it .
- Healing , I’m beginning to learn , is an exchange that continues on when you allow yourself to be back amongst people.
Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’m keeping it short tonight. ❤️❤️