Note- this was something I wrote just months after filing for divorce in 2018. To date the bravest act I feel like I have done personally.


Bravery- Courageous behavior or character.

Synonyms: courage, valor, intrepidity, nerve, daring, fearlessness, audacity, boldness, dauntlessness, stoutheartedness, heroism.




Someone recently asked me, “ What is the bravest thing that you have done?”


What is bravery? Bravery is having the courage to face your fears, and in the face of possible ridicule and opposing views, take action. Nelson Mandela said, “ I learned that the brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers fear.”


I grew up in a cult, and I have many close friends and family that will not see it this way, as a cult. By definition cult is:1. a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object. 2. A relatively small group of people having religious beliefs or practices regarded by others as strange or sinister.3.  A misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing. The cult that I was born and raised in falls easily under all three of these definitions. We had this “us against the world mentality,” and yes, there was so much criticism from family members that were completely cut off by cult members if they did not bow a knee to our beliefs or rather “the man of God.” Regarded as strange? Absolutely we were regarded as strange, from people in surrounding communities including the communities throughout the USA that we all left during the great migration to Florida to follow “a prophet of God.”  At the time of the migration I was 8 years old.

I did not have a horrible childhood. I was healthy, came from a safe family home, loving parents, but sheltered. Looking back there are so many normalcies that we as children were sheltered from, “for our good”, that in hindsight I would beg to differ that this was the outcome. It bred entitlement, unwillingness to have perspective, a shortage of communication skills, a real lack of life knowledge, and this covers sports, music, movies, education, culture, and real world issues. This of course is the perspective of a woman; however the opposite was true for the men in the community as they were pushed heavily to work hard, make money, and provide for not only their families but for the “church” as well. A woman like myself with this built in desire to study more, have a career, face new challenges, only brought on the label of “rebellious” because, it was contradicting to the belief: a woman’s place is in the home, cleaning, cooking, bearing children, and teaching.


At 17 years of age I was put in an arranged marriage by the cult leader( my step grandfather) and my grandmother. I was told who I would marry, I was given a date, a time, a guest list, told what dress I would wear, and that my sister and two cousins would be sharing this day with me also. I had eight long hard months to prepare myself for this idea, and get acquainted on a more personal level with my soon to be husband through a series of “family dates”, and yes the entire family would join. We were old enough to get married, (so they said), but not old enough to be in a room alone. Strange, I know. I should have seen the writing on the wall at age 17, well I would like to think I did, but so much happens to your mind when you are raised in a controlled environment such as a cult. Pressure to obey or be disowned started at a very young age, I remember an incident as young as 8 years old when my mom got “ in trouble” by the cult leader for dressing me in a pair of blue jeans. That would be the last time for years that I would wear blue jeans. You see, in a culture like this you obey, because the consequences of disobedience were so painful it was not worth the fight. Consequences such as severe public shaming, being cut off and cut out of social circles, gossip and lies that were told as sure evidence of how messed up you were as a person. So as a brainwashed member you quickly learned, just do it, even if it doesn’t make complete sense.  Back to the arranged marriage, the men in this cult were trained and told to be the “head of the household” and this meant complete control of the wife. Life and what little freedom I had was about to change. In May of 1998 as we all (8 in total) said I DO, I started down the road of losing who I was and who I could have been.

I would say that this loss of self was gradual, as my husband became more involved in the leadership of this cult the more intense my life became. The standard of living and what was preached in this cult was a life of perfection. Impossible. A life of being told if you have 99% right you are 100% wrong. This only lead to oppression, depression in many, feeling inadequate all the time, and a constant show of works to try and be accepted. It was like a life ride on an emotional roller-coaster, and if you were disgusted by the continual climb up the political religious ladder, you were disregarded, sometimes completely. Since a young age I was always told I was rebellious, this was in result of many insanities, mainly me openly speaking my mind and questioning authority, honestly it was me not bowing down to “kiss” the feet of the leader. As I grew my rebellion took on many different forms, hair color, makeup, how I dressed, and in later years it was making friends outside of the cult. My husband was told on multiple occasions he had better get control of me if he ever wanted a position in the church. It was not uncommon for husbands to be encouraged to show the wife out the door if she did not completely respect and obey without question the authority of the man. This happened to me personally, and to this day there still is no reasonable explanation, and what is sad I know that the men were only doing this thinking it was “the right thing to do”. Acts like these were encouraged to “teach” us as wives to be in complete submission. It is however, during moments like these you realize as a human you will never be good enough. All that good you did an hour, day, a week ago, that was just erased by how “wrong” you are in the moment, and you are at ground zero. This way of life sucks you dry, and tries to wipe out completely your individual self. On a grand scale of control outside of a home life, it’s social pressure, after all it was all about climbing the ladder to a position of power.


In 2015 we had the foundation of our life as we knew it shaken. Several years after the cult leader had passed away and the cult was under a new dictatorship, we learned that the founder of the cult had been molesting a young girl for many years. As much as this shook our world, it did not shock me in fact, I guessed it. It disgusted and angered me to hear how long and how far this sick man had taken his power of control.  The reason I guessed this when told by the cults new leader of the time, you will never guess what we heard … was because of things I witnessed and heard growing up around this cult founder. Growing up with a gradual dose of oddities you think this is normal, looking back I know it is not. At 75 years of age you do not wake up your “grandkids” by rubbing all the way up their legs, you do not sit around and talk with your “grandkids” at ages 8-12 about sex and how you still enjoy it, and make inappropriate comments. This was the normal for him, and as a child you assume that this must be the normal behavior for all men that age. When we learned of this information, I said to my husband, everything is a scam, our entire life is a scam, it is built on a complete lie. Which this thought was so hard to swallow but, at this point I felt like the only real thing in my life was my four children.

2017 was, I would say the hardest year of my life, not only was the very foundation of our life recently rattled to the core, our marriage faced turmoil that had been coming for years. The truth is, our marriage had been through hell, even though we had our good times, we didn’t start out normal by any means.

At the end of 2017, we both sought help in counseling. This was a hard step for me, because once again I was trained that you do not share your problems with anyone. Well, we were told we shouldn’t have problems. I would say that seeking help was life changing, for me. To hear that the anger, confusion, brokenness I was feeling was not only normal but to be expected, that alone was like someone took 1,000 pounds off of my back. You see, I had been being told to get over it, to forget the past, just move on. These counseling sessions were challenging on basic levels. Boundaries in a marriage? Personal boundaries? I had not a clue what that even meant… that was never a question for us. You see, marriage in a cult works like this, what husband says.. we do, no question. Reason being, we are taught they are the head of the house and it is them who would “answer to the lord” for the household, therefore full responsibility lands on their shoulders. Women have no need for opinions, desires, dreams, and certainly no need for boundaries. Die already to self was the idea.

As 2017 came to an end, a year of heartbreak, tears, and I would say on the verge of depression….. not only did I feel like I learned a lot, I started to change how I thought. I told myself I was going to start mentally checking things off a list I was raised to believe were wrong, but it bothered me inside I had not pursued. Doctors- at 37 I had never been to a doctor, only exception was the birth of 2 of my 4 children when we hired a midwife to come to the house. I changed that, I scheduled appointments and got caught up on all my doctor visits. College, this was a big one for me.. a dream of mine since middle school. I took my SAT test, and got accepted into the college of my choice and continue to study today.

Growing up I was taught, even if that be indirectly, that divorce and separation were a sin, and in our culture it was reason for people to be cut off from the church and those they loved. It was this belief that for me was the largest mental hurdle to jump, and I believe what made this so difficult (outside of the fact that this concept of divorce went against everything I was taught and advice I was receiving), was the fact that this was a decision I had to make for myself. While that may sound asinine, I was at 37 years old coming to the realization that I indeed could be the captain of my own ship.

So, what is the bravest thing I have ever done? In February of 2018 I filed for divorce. In February 2018 I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “you deserve more out of life, and you are not living another year like this.” Bravery for me was in the face of opposition, I said this insanity stops now. I was scared shitless, but the relief that followed… I knew that I had made the right decision for myself. Bravery for me was embracing my story, where I was at and how I got there. Bravery for me was to not feel ashamed of my past. It is what it is. So, for me bravery was not out fighting a war, or being a superhero, but this act of bravery for myself took every last ounce of courage I could muster up. I recently read a quote that for me was like walking into a brick wall,


  “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery none but ourselves can free our minds”   (Bob Marley).


I do not have life figured out AT.ALL, but I am addicted to learning.


22 thoughts on “Bravery

  1. Wow .. That put me through so many emotions. In the end I am encouraged and so very happy for you. You are a beautiful person with a beautiful mind. I recently read a book, you might like. It’s helped me in so many ways , about 85% of it is awesome the other 15% is what ever. You’ll know what i mean if you ever read it, it’s called ” Undefeated Mind ” by Alex Licjerman. I wish you the best in life


  2. What an interesting read. I left before the move to Florida, but for three first few years it was we will have to move to Florida and join again. The first “bad” Thing I did was take my kids for shots after a baby died of whooping cough


  3. I shared this with my wife who was not apart of the cult. We read this with the utmost respect and love for you and your children. You are a tower beaming light. I respectfully call you my friend!


  4. Angie, this is unfortunately a heartbreakingly true
    exposure of the abuse many experienced. I wish it wasn’t so. I am in admiration of your bravery and wish you all the best in achieving all your goals and dreams. I too have returned to college to finish the teaching degree I dreamed of. It has been the best last couple of years. I have learned just how many beautiful people this world is full of and witnessed students overcoming horrific challenges to become what they desire. You are more than enough and your children are blessed to have a mother who can pass on that strength. Love you and your precious family.


    1. Teri, thank you! It is a very unfortunate story, and was quite the life experience! I feel very compelled to maximize the future and live this beautiful messy life like there is no tomorrow! That is so inspirational that you are continuing your dreams as well! Cheers to the future!!


  5. Thank you, Everything you said is true, Made me feel truth in my heart. Also joy, good for you, I know the mirror chat all too well. You look at yourself and say “you are special, beautiful, and deserve so much more, go out and get it”. Eventually you start to believe it. If you ever need a friendly ear, I am here. Email me@, I’ll give you my #. God bless you and your kiddos.


  6. Wow.
    Very well written.
    You put words to Emotions I’ve tried to make sense in my head for so many years, especially as a woman in the cult.

    Thank you for being brave and telling your story. This will surely help someone else who is going through the same things because we were/are not the only ppl like this!


    1. Thank you Ashley! I do agree with you, there are many in similar situations, and for me it was hearing the truth from others that helped me break away… and if there is one thing that is hard for me to see it is women being held down!


  7. You are one hell of a woman ! I respect your bravery immensely!!! I wish you much love and strength on your journey to a new life .
    #badasssurvivor 😍


  8. Bravo Angela !! I am so proud of you, as a parent that was part of that for over 30 years, so sad and never thought I would be part of something like that ever!! But fell right into it and raised a family and our family in the beginning was seemingly near the top but quickly fell when things we did weren’t according to what they expected of and from us. But all in all I’m a better person my family is better not bitter we’ve learned to take the good and leave the bad. Love you and your babies take care ❤️ Tracie B


    1. Hey Tracie! Thank you, good to hear from you. I always found that so disturbing how quickly someone was shunned/excluded for not doing according to what some mans ideas.. this was a problem that never went away. I do agree, there is no time in life to be bitter , it’s a sad story but it doesn’t have to ruin the rest of our lives! Love you all!


  9. Angela, my parents were in the same cult (and by extension so was I). We made it out early, and reading your story I’ve realized how lucky that was. Thanks for sharing your story.


  10. Thank you for writing this, I can barely read it with all the tears in my eyes. Even though I was kicked out years ago its taken years to come to terms with the way I was raised. I remember growing up, I had severe depression and anxiety, ( I have to assume due to constantly being made to feel ” not good enough “) I was never excepted by the church, and could not have relations with anyone outside the church either. If I said I felt sad or lonely I was punished because that was a “sin”. I still struggle with feeling emotions because I was told that they were sin. I also remember when my mother kicked me out at 17 ( which is actually illegal) even though I had no idea were I could or was going, I felt a strange relief! I could NEVER IMAGINE kicking a CHILD out that age! I can say I am super proud of who I turned out to be, I’m ok! I just have to keep reminding myself of this.


    1. I’m truly so sorry you went through that- and good for you for becoming someone that you can be proud of! Feelings and emotions were definitely squashed in that setting and to learn that it’s ok to feel ALL the emotions is in itself wonderful freedom!


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