𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘌; 𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘴. 𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 🤍
ˋ°•*⁀➷ guys, i'm not even exaggerating,,, this took me 61 DAYS!!! to get through. SIXTY-ONE!!! and not because it was bad — but because bethany joy lenz' experience was insane, batshit, psychopathic, crazy and SO mentally draining.
and bitch, i wasn't even the one in the cult??? yet there i sat with my jaw dropping more and more the longer i listened to her tell her story. like this was genuinely just tough to listen to, knowing what they were doing to her/her life in the background and still having to listen to her rationalise them into being innocent.
moving on from all that evil fuckery (which i rebuke, thank you v much), i need to comment on how beautifully and carefully lenz writes about her journey with religion. i personally am not religious, but hearing what she went through to find, lose, and then rediscover her faith was SOO interesting, genuinely. like despite all the corruption of 'the family', she still found her own way in life and was able to restore her beliefs — & raise her daughter!!!!!!! strong women never surprise me, but they ALWAYS amaze me, period. 🙂↕️
i have to speak on how well lenz narrated the audiobook; GORGEOUS!!! like she put the act in actress, she was doing voices and putting just the right emotion into the pivotal moments, it was perfect. as i said in my update, i felt like i was being indoctrinated by that freak every time he (SHE!!!) spoke. honestly.... masterful 🤌🏼
i do think lenz putting all this into a book is so important. as she mentions in the book, by most societal standards, the cult she was in isn't even considered 'that bad', however i don't think that's the point of learning and hearing about these things. i feel it's a reminder that there are always going to be destructive people out there. they can be smart, charismatic, and convincingly in control of all the chaos they create — what's essential is you digging yourself out of the fucking trenches of absolute freaks and weirdos, and remembering the person YOU are, not the person they expect you to present. your worth is not determined by someone who happens to be shouting the loudest, THANK YEWWW ✋🏼
anyways, wrapping it up with the usual big fuck you i have brewing in my soul after a memoir– to every big-headed, long-nosed, bad breath, beady-bug-eyed, EVIL CREATURE involved in the pain and suffering of a human being. you all look like bin weevils (iykyk) xx