Ask Me Your Cult Questions: My Top 3 Favorite Things Since Leaving A Cult
Dear Lady Whistleblower,
Since you’ve left Gilead, what have you most enjoyed about your new life?
Signed,
Seeking Motivation To Leave
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Dear Seeker,
What a wonderful question! Honestly, it changes on a daily basis but today here are the top three things I am thankful for:
1. Free Time
I used to devote hundreds of hours in unpaid volunteer work each year. I didn’t mind being unpaid because I had a fairly well-paid, performance-driven corporate job. What I did mind was feeling time-poor. I was living in a constant state of time poverty. Not to minimize the damaging effects of material poverty, but time poverty also feels like a constant state of stress and insecurity.
Without exaggerating, my day would look something like this. I’d be on my way to work by 7:00 am because traffic in my city sucks. Usually on the commute to work, I’d also be checking work emails or doing mid-week meeting preparations (such as figuring out my comments in a foreign language, or working on a student talk which due to the size of my group, I would be doing every 4-6 weeks). Once I got to work, I’d say a quick hi and chat up with my boss who would usually be in the office by 6:30 am. (Sidenote: he didn’t mind being in the office during the entirety of daylight hours because his family lived in another city and he flew home to be with them every weekend but during the week, work was his entire life. Great boss by the way)
Then I’d be pretty busy throughout the day but would try to workout at the company gym on my lunch break. This would be a pretty good stress relief for me – usually an intense HIIT workout, spinning class or doing 30 minutes on the treadmill. (Looking back, those high intensity workouts probably added to my stress. Knowing what I know now, I would definitely use that lunch hour to actually sit down and eat something delicious, have a conversation with a friend, listen to some fun music or read something funny.)
Then around 6:00 pm (a little earlier if it was a meeting night) I would try to leave the office. Meeting nights were a non-negotiable for me at the time which annoyed a lot of people including my boss – they couldn’t understand why I was refusing to finish something for the team, or why this deadline wasn’t a priority for me.
On one hand, it helped me to establish some boundaries. Like, “come on guys – this is ONE night a week that I’m asking to leave the office at a decent time.” But on the other hand, I would always, ALWAYS feel guilty for leaving my small team behind as they continued working on a tight deadline. And in my industry, there was a tight deadline almost every day.
Obviously, by the time I got to the meeting I was stressed, frazzled, exhausted and feeling guilty. Feeling guilty about everything. Because I hadn’t prepared for the meeting enough. Because I should be still at the office. Because I had a speaking assignment tonight and I haven’t even had a chance to practice it beforehand. Because my BlackBerry (my work phone) had that damn red light on the corner that would light up and start flashing, letting me know throughout the meeting that I was being messaged with some question, request or emergency.
By the time I got home – usually around 10 pm – I was “tired but wired.” I got into a bad habit of having a drink (or two) to wind down. I began to rely on that nightcap a little too much.
Did I have a crazy, demanding job? Yes. But I loved my job and I loved the perks (meeting interesting business leaders, always learning something new about my industry, having my own company-issued credit card with an expense account, fun business trips staying at places like the Ritz-Carlton)
In the end, I really couldn’t continue living like that. So I said good-bye to that job (which always came second place to Gilead) and recommitted to my “career” as a full-time volunteer. That felt satisfying and fulfilling until ultimately, it didn’t.
2. Yoga
I love practicing yoga but it was forbidden in Gilead. In the mid-70’s Gilead issued an article warning that practicing yoga could lead to a blank mind and self-induced hypnosis. And no one wants a blank mind because it makes a person easy prey for demons. The article concluded with this damning statement: “The unvarnished truth is that yoga’s ‘serpent power’ is spiritism, which is condemned in the Bible“. Then in the 80’s there were further warnings about yoga. “Real yoga is not merely a form of exercise. It is a Hindu religious practice” The dangers of a empty mind was again explained: “One (yoga) practicer reports that during one expended period of exercise and mediation, he felt frequent attacks by invisible forces. The demons can take advantage of a mind that is empty and fill it with their own thoughts. So beware! This practice could make you their prey“. In the early 2000’s, the topic of yoga was again linked to voluntarily exposing yourself to spiritism and occultism. Instead of turning to yoga which is rooted in false religion, Gilead encouraged us to “look forward to God’s blessing of a righteous new system of things in which we can enjoy perfect health in body and mind for an eternity“.
I used to have terrible neck and back pain but since practicing yoga, those pains have pretty much gone away. I’m thankful that I can now practice yoga without feeling guilty or fearing the dangers of an incredibly helpful and restorative practice.
3. Harry Potter books
In my former religion, not only was I forbidden to read anything that had to do with magic, but I was truly terrified that reading those books would mean welcoming wicked spirits and demons into my life.
One of the first subversive things I did as I began to see my religion with new eyes was to read the entire Harry Potter series. I was already an adult by then but this did not lessen the delight I felt in reading these books. I wanted to be friends with Harry, Luna Lovegood, the Weasley twins. I wanted to give Neville Longbottom a big hug. I wanted to try Butterbeer with Harry, Hermione and Ron at Hogsmeade. To me, these books are truly magical – in the best sense of the word.
The seven books (Goblet of Fire is my favorite) touch on every part of the human condition: being an outsider (Harry Potter lives with his aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley who hate him but mostly they just fear him and he’s stuck living in a cupboard under the stairs), loneliness (the final book in the series is incredible as Harry has to forge his own path, mostly on his own), being judged (I love Snape so much and I weep when I think of his secret and lifelong love for Lily, Harry’s mother) navigating friendships (there’s no better trio than Harry and his best friends Ron and Hermione), occasionally having to break the rules (Harry’s invisibility cloak and the Marauder’s Map).
To me, these books touch on every part of what it means to be a human and I feel like I’ve become a better person by reading these books.




