Although I consider myself completely "cured" from Watchtower brainwashing, guilt tripping and propaganda, I realised today that there's not a day that goes by without me thinking of the cult we left. I think of my former family and what I'd like to say to them, what I'd try to explain and how I'd say it without them switching the "ignore" button and running away.
Today on my Instagram account my little step-brother "liked" a picture I posted. I didn't even know he was still on my friends list. 5 mins later, the like was gone and he had "unfriended" me. I think what's happened is he's liked the pic, shown my mum, and then she's told him off and told him to block me. It's sad. He's only 13 but I've known him since he was 9 months old and we were very close.
Little things like that remind me that we belonged to a destructive cult. Destructive, not in a violent sense, but destructive in that it will break up the family unit. It'll pervert all that is natural and loving in a family and put itself to the fore. The cult comes before love, before blood ties, before anyone.
So you see I can't ever not think about Watchtower, not while it's still influencing my former family and reminding me all the time that it still has them.
Not a day goes by...