Auld soul many *************** hugs, *************
while reading all these posts there is no doubt in my mind that the Organization does play a part in why a person commits suicide. Perhaps by chemical imbalances and other areas of mental illness.
As for myself I have been treated since 1971 for severe depression. I have on two occasions made up my mind to commit suicide. I don't know why I was so overwhelmed to do this, but after much soul searching it all boils down to the life I have lived. From an early age, I was upset with life. My father was a violent alcoholic, my mom was a drug addict and was involved in the occult. I have many nightmares of my early life. When my father sobered up and decided he didn't want to die from liver disease, he turned to God. His mom and dad were JWs. so that is what my father became and as a result we kids were forced to be too. or when we would be 18 yrs old we were going to be thrown out of our home. We really had no choice but to comply. So that was so loving on his part. I at first was mesmerized by the witnesses. But the memories of life ate away at me, my dad wanted respect and I couldn't respect him because of the things he did to us . He alway smack me in the back of the head and say,"that 's for nothing , wait til u do something", I hated it and it hurt my head badly. As a witness, my father never hesitated to tell me I was stupid. I apparently was the child to be picked on constantly. I wondered if it was because I was first born or from the fact he hated me because he raped my mom when she was 15 and he took it out on me. As an elder he was worse and demanded my respect..
I will never know he was like that to me.
I had problems in school, I thought I was stupid because my father told me me I was stupid until one day a teacher said to me terry your not stupid your very intelligent but you think your stupid because someone has been telling you that for along time. I was always depressed I hated home life . I was pressured into giving up my education because witnesses don't need educations they need to preach and teach. With 1975 coming with in 10 years my parents wanted me to pioneer. Like a dope I left school and pioneered and i was still depressed. When I was nineteen I left home to move to Montreal, just to get away from my father. I wanted to stay to help mom, but he was hell bent on making my life unhappy. They made me take my 16 yr old sister to montreal with me. yuck yuck yuck and dad would talk to her all the time, she was daddy's little girl and if I did anything she would tell him. It never stopped he was like my shadow. The year was 1970 and by 1971, my depression was compounded by pressure from my congregation overseer to set a perfect example to the cong of french brothers. Everything I did was under scrutiney. I recall placing many books one morning I think it was 14 and about 17 magazines and I was exstatic and sure enough I was told I was bragging and made others feel inferior and bad because they couldn't place that much literature. It never ended . My sister was chosen to special pioneer and I wasn't. It did bother me for a while and then I really didn't care as she w as no longer around to report to daddy and mommy and the elders. God it never ended. I was 19 and was already on valium and some other tranquilizers. Then I married in 73 what an error that was and I tried to break it off but was told that once you make an engagement it was considered tatamount to marriage. I was told I had to marry him or I would be disfellowshipped. So again I ended up married and unhappy to someone I didn't really love. My depression worsened over the years, in 1975 I lost a baby through ectopic pregnancy, I nearly bled to death and the doctors lost me three times on the operating table and I fought to come back and the doctor said I had a strong will to live. in 1976 I went out to committ suicide by driving off the Champlian Bridge in Quebec, the only thing that stopped me was I went to say goodbye to my best firend and she guessed I was going to do something to my self, just by what I was saying. I don't recall what I told her but it prevented me from doing the suicide. She kept me at her home and talked with me the whole day and work on my body pain. She was a reflexologist. She was a super friend and she died when in her late fourties. What a lose.
I had severel breakdowns, my health was very bad, I hated the cong. and wanted out. Still I stayed hoping to get better. I never happened and even after leaving the organizaiton in 1999 and leaving my ex husband I still have severe depression. I don't know why and I have been tested many times. I was told I had erratic brain patterns but not eliptigenic. I was on anti siezure meds and more tranqiiliers so many names I can't remember all the names of them. The pressure of trying to be a good witness for the 28yrs I was married killed me inside. I cried all the time and begged God for some release. Then one day I woke up and knew exactly what to do. Leave the organization and my marriage. The elders I approached them several times for help but they never cared or came to speak with me and I knew it was becasue of my ex husband . He was such a hypocrite and still is and i am happy to be rid of him and the congregation. And that lying WTS.
Still I am on several medications for depression and anxiety and morphine and several other kinds of drugs. Sometimes I have tried to stop taking my medications but I fall apart very easily. So all I can deduce is this, that my depression started before I was a witness it escalated after being a witness, and now still I suffer from the mental health problem, I haven't had a suicidal thought since the year 1991 and am happy in my life and marriage yet still I fight everyday just to get through a day and try and stay sane.
I can let you decide what the reason is for my mental health and if you have an answer let me know . I have been seeing a psychiatrist since 1971 til this time in my life. Some days its worse than other days. But i try and take one day at a time and remember that I love life, and people and God's creations and all the lovely animals . So what the hell is wrong with me ???
love Orangefatcat. sorry it was so long.