If I was better with words I could describe how it makes me feel; that we were taught that the only place we'll find true friendship, love and support, is within the congregation, but at the time we needed it, it wasn't there. I now know that it was a control mechanism, just about everything was; that all of our needs could be met within the organisation, still... you have to have those needs go unmet to see through it.
There are people who do get help; I'd say, in my mother's congregation, they've all rallied during a time of tragedy and they look after one another. People fall through the cracks though, and I guess every one of us were some of them.