For the past eleven years I had fallen prey to a small cult, and the last three years of it I ended up living with the leader, and becoming pregnant with his child. At this point it was a lot of violence. And rape. And mind fucking. I was cut off from everyone and isolated from the rest of the world. All I knew, my entire reality was what he wanted. I ran away.. Agreed being reunited with my sisters they convinced me to press charges. He is in county jail now awaiting charges on domestic violence and felionius assault charges. I finally am standing on my own two feet. The wreckage of my past haunting my dreams every night though. I love alone with my seven month year old son, who looks just like his father. I feel so alone. I have no friends. I have family i have gotten close to.. But I just wish I had someone to hold me and tell me I'm okay. Because I'm not okay. I'll never be okay.