Growing up, life was a series of strict rules and constant surveillance. The cult controlled everything—what we ate, how we dressed, who we spoke to. For years, I dreamed of escaping but fear kept me trapped. One night, I finally found the courage to run away. The moment I stepped into the outside world, my life changed forever. What I encountered on the other side was something I could never have prepared for… Freedom felt exhilarating yet terrifying. With nowhere to go and no one to trust, I wandered the streets, hoping to find help. Suddenly, a kind stranger approached me, offering food and a place to stay. Their kindness was overwhelming, and for the first time, I felt safe. But this was just the beginning of my new life. The stranger introduced me to a support group for cult survivors, where I met others who understood my pain. Slowly, I started to rebuild my life, piece by piece. Through therapy and new friendships, I found strength and joy I never thought possible. Escaping the cult was just the first step; finding a loving community was the true miracle that saved me.