My name is Lisa Kerr, creator of My Cult Life.
My Cult Life is a little story about how I got myself lost in a cult when I was seventeen years old and came out kicking people’s asses. It’s now a big playground full of stories of how I lost my faith, became an obligatory cult ‘expert’ of sorts, gotten insanely political & feminist, and rekindled my love affair with writing. And cats. There are lots of cats.
In July, 2011, I started My Cult Life as a way to pre-write my first book, a memoir I’m (still) writing about my early twenties as a reverend who lost her faith in God but found herself along the way. I’m currently hard at work on the manuscript and weave in and out of blogging and blog vacations, where I hermit-out in my studio apartment and write sans Internet. Actually, I rarely do anything sans Internet, but I like to pretend that life is all Montana, mountains and hot cocoa with marshmallows. Or Alaska, which is my accidental writing spot of choice.
Along the (blogging) way, I discovered that many of my readers needed actual help figuring out if their group was a cult, guidance along the way while they were losing or discarding their religion, and some serious resources on cults, destructive groups, and brainwashing. So, I did some interviews on NPR and Philly.com and started writing an e-book which is soon-to-be published. This was a very sobering several months for me when I realized that I was one of tens of thousands (or more) who’s spiritual leader had taken their freedoms away and bitch slapped them into submitting to their authority.
So I spent months brainstorming how I could help everyone in the world and still have fun in life. I still haven’t figured it out but I hope one day to start a foundation that will not only Save Every Cat but will help people network with professional therapists and doctors who can help them recover from their spiritual abuse induced depression, anxiety and post traumatic stress disorders.
I lost my job and struggled through college which the blog also chronicles, quite depressingly, I might admit. And then I got a new job that I love, and a new boyfriend that I think might be the man of my dreams (this is still pending, since we’re only dating 4 months and counting).
With 1 cat and 1 asshole kitten, a writing career that has my me high out of my mind with endorphins, I’d say life is pretty damn-near perfect.