This is one deep and heavy book which forces one to look into the deep recesses of one's soul in order to wrestle with the damage familial pedagogy causes. In retrospect, we're all innocent and we're all to blame but instead of voicing the blame, shame, and guilt, we should recognize our introjected parents and realize that nobody can make us feel a certain way; we are our own person and we're in charge of our lives.
Before I could reason, I was indoctrinated into a cult, Christian Science, and as Sam Harris with a B.A. in Philosophy and a PhD in Neuroscience explains in his lecture - Morality and the Christian God - Christianity is a Cult of Human Sacrifice. It does not repudiate sacrifice but instead celebrates it. The main tenet of Christian Science is based on presuppositional apologetics which gaslights its followers into believing that reality, including physical and emotional pain, are manifestations of the mind. I was brainwashed into believing that if I “knew the truth” my pain would cease to exist, that my reality would be the right one, and those who acted against me would of course be wrong as I was this proposed deity’s perfect child.
"There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is All-in-all. Spirit is immortal Truth; matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God, and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material; he is spiritual."
Scientific Statement of Being
Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures
by Mary Baker Eddy, p. 468:9–15
Due to the dysfunction and the teachings of these combined cults my feelings, whether due to emotional turmoil or physical pain, were not validated but it was also argued that they did not exist. As for the cult of human sacrifice, I believed that a magical sky daddy loved me so much that it created hell and a devil to torture me for eternity if I did not love, respect, and worship it. This is Stockholm syndrome in a magical thinking sort of way as defined by Anthropology. This was my identity and I was a “good” Christian who was stubborn, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, apathetic at times, who had a god-complex and could not be reasoned with. I believed I was omnibenevolent and therefore, believed my actions to be wholly good. In trying to look good even when looking bad to escape eternal torture, I too developed some of the traits of the Dark Triad.
I have grown immensely but I've not yet put it to words; however, I do love the works of Plato and Socrates so I will end with a favorite quote.
"The fear of death is indeed the pretense of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown; since no one knows whether death, which they in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good."
- Plato’s The Apology