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For decades, I’ve lived inside the mental health system. Not just as a professional. Not just as an observer. But as someone who has had to navigate it from the inside - where the policies, labels, and decisions become personal. Over the past nine years, I worked toward a Doctor of Education in Health Services Administration. On paper, that’s the milestone. But what it really represents is something else: Time spent studying the system from both sides - living it, working in

I survived living in a cult for four years during my early 20s, but it definitely fucked me up pretty bad. When people hear the word cult, they picture robed figures in the woods, doomsday bunkers, or Jonestown horror stories. But cults don’t always wear hoods or drink Kool-Aid. Some wear lab coats. Some run self-help seminars. Some call themselves families, churches, or recovery programs. Some even operate in boardrooms, yoga studios, or Zoom calls. The truth is: cults come

I myself survived living in the cult of The Seed for four years until I escaped at 24 years old. At 60, although I have many accomplishments, I STILL suffer night terrors and panic attacks, bouts of depersonalization, and never let anyone get close to me. They said they were saving lives. That’s how the “tough love” movement sold itself—on promises of discipline, structure, and salvation. These programs promised to fix your kid, straighten out your spouse, pull you or your lo