Success...what success?

I was one of the few Level 12 Auditors in The Church of Scientology--but I wanted to be a pilot.

My father insisted upon grooming me to take over the Church after him, while at the same time stunting my personal growth by alienating any friends I might make--especially if they were suspected of a romantic interest in me.

My only means of escape became clear.

I attempted suicide several times before I finally succeeded. That was my 'Success in Scientology'.