Being in a cult is like being in a dream: it’s just not that interesting to anyone but the person who was in it. You know you’ve almost recovered to normalcy when you finally find it boring to think or talk about your past.
I think when you get out of a cult, you tend to have a distorted view of how unique the harms and lies were that you experienced there. The world inside it was small and has much bad; when you realize the world outside is large and has much good, you want to say Hey! I got out! You'd never believe how bad it is in there! What you don't yet realize is that the world is full of people who are hurting in the same ways for completely mundane, secular reasons.