There once came a time in my life when I had sincerely thought why do we do this? Why do we work? Why do we get up in the morning? Why do we do it at all? This thought was brief but was something I had genuinely considered. I have been trying not to think about this for quite some time but I think I’m ready to talk about the time I was indoctrinated into a cult and how I lost my former self. My name is Aron and this is my story.I think it was around the late fall of 2017. I had just turned 18 and I lived with my parents in the middle of the desert. We were nestled between big mountains just off of a 40-mile dirt road. Or more easily the base of the famous Crown King mountain in AZ. I lived a pretty secluded life and didn’t get to meet many people other than those who lived in the old mining town at the top of Crown King and one friend from Phoenix. I was of course homeschooled and was never a fan of the the desert.It was so quiet and to be honest very boring. For newcomers, the endless trails and roads that lead to large canyons and old dams were fun and exciting. For me, however, I had seen almost everything within a hundred-mile radius of our 18-acre property.