'for me it was that I knew it was lie from a young age.'
It was the same way for me. Even as a young child, the pieces never seemed to fit the puzzle, so-to-speak. It needed an uncomfortable amount of force to make it work, and somehow, I inherently knew that 'truth' needed no external force to manifest itself or make plain sense. After that, it was only a matter of time. I remember actually praying to God to help me. I pleaded with Him to make it as plain as day, for a simple, stubborn mind as mine. He never answered....or maybe he did in a way. It no way could I imagine a God of truth requiring me to swallow lies.
In my early years, I always seemed to know I would never follow the cult as an adult. It was only a matter of me waiting to make my move.