I had no cult addiction. But I bear the scars from the self-righteous, mean-spirited behaviour of my parents who were addicts.
Around the age of 10, I started having my doubts about God due to his complete indifference to the suffering of millions of people, particularly during the Ethiopian famine. During my teens, I learned about more adult topics and information about religion and the JWs that continued widening the gap between reality and belief. I could not honestly reconcile what I was being told with what was actually true or proper/integral.
My cure was to never get baptized, to be intellectually honest, constantly educate myself, and develop critical thinking skills. I put my life-plan together which included moving away from home once I graduated high school and go to College so that I could get a good paying job. The job I landed was very busy... so much so that I had no time for any religious BS.