For me it was most definately the cult. I came from a very dysfunctional family, to the extreme, but was not as bad as growing up under the shadow of Armageddon in the crazy pre 1970's.
The cult screwed up my head as to the nature of God. That nearly destroyed me. Wether one believes in God or not after the cult, learning that the Bible does not teach Jehovah is the mean, crazy god who jerks people around set me free.
Finding out that the Wizard of Oz was really some old farting screw ball Bethel boobs was the beginning of healing.
Along with years of therapy... PTSD, psychoanalysis, phychologist and psychiatrist for meds when needed.
I still will have past traumas come to the surface, they just don't cripple me anymore. I have learned how to cry and how to reach out to someone who cares and will listen. I love life now and have true peace and joy. .
Hang in there,
Love~Kate