I feel tender when I think of you-who-reads-my-words, especially these days. There’s a lot coming at us and I hope you will take refuge in your own tender heart, in your own words.

The tide of Idealism. 

I think it’s safe to say that most survivors of cultic abuse possess an inherent and sometimes exaggerated sense of idealism. It can be a beautiful thing and it can get us into trouble. I’ve noticed that most of us survivors are willing to do more than our fair share for a good cause. This is certainly the case for me. Thinking I needed to facilitate a public event, (instead of a private dance party) is just one example of my overzealous idealism being in the driver's seat. Devoting countless hours to a mission-driven project is another. This makes me wonder:

When Idealism is at the wheel, who is really driving?