I lost my daughter to a cult. And I may never get her back. I have a son…don’t want one more— so many issues to unpack. My heart still sinks each moment when she slides back into to choosing lies. Oh, guide our daughter home again, free from the pain of her disguise. Renew her mind. Restore her soul. Let her drink in your loving grace. One day I’ll find my girl again, who doesn’t hate her form and face. We’ll take high tea in skirts and heels. We’ll go and get our nails done. We’ll shop and share our deepest dreams, just like we did when she was young. So, damn the broken, wicked ones who lead our kids astray like sheep. And may the millstones ‘round their necks drag them down in the deepest seas.
So timely for me. I've begun to mourn for the family of 4 we once were. I find myself being grateful for 15 wonderful, fun years as a family of 4. I weep for the years of happiness my daughter has lost in the ideology and continue to hold on to my faith that things will work out. It's all I've got.....
The same thing happened to our family. It really is a cult and all we can do is hope and pray.