No one told me I had to grieve my dad as if I had lost him in death.
Growing up, I remembered my Dad to be a great person. Someone who stood for what was right. Someone who had sound reasoning. He had a sense of empathy, love and care that felt very needed in the congregation I grew up in. I have so many good memories with him. He made me in to the person I am today…
After I’ve left, I’ve had a chance to process how the organization has changed him to where I no longer even recognize him anymore. It’s not even the dad I grew up with. I’ve been out for a while now, but yesterday I actually broke down, crying. I told my GF that it felt as if I was grieving someone who had died. I don’t know if I’ll ever see that side of my dad again, and it breaks my heart.
My thoughts go out to everyone who have lost family members or friends to this cult. ❤️