I spent fifteen years in a religious group that I now understand was a cult. When I finally left, I lost my entire community, my sense of identity, and my relationship with God. I am trying to find my way back. I joined when I was nineteen — young, idealistic, and hungry for meaning. They offered certainty in a confusing world, community in a lonely city, and purpose for a life that felt directionless. For years I believed I had found the truth. But slowly the control became apparent. We were told who to marry, where to live, how to think. Questioning was punished. Leaving was unthinkable — they said we would lose our salvation. Fear kept us in line. When I finally left, I lost everything. My friends were instructed not to speak to me. My family within the group cut me off. I walked out with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered understanding of God. The hardest part is not knowing what to believe anymore. The God they taught me about was angry, controlling, and conditional. I know in my head that is not the real God, but my heart has not caught up yet. Prayer feels dangerous. Trust feels impossible. Faith feels like walking blindfolded across a minefield. I am asking for prayers for every person rebuilding their faith after spiritual abuse. Pray for healing, for patient communities that welcome the wounded, for therapists who understand religious trauma, and for the courage to believe that God is nothing like the people who misused His name.