The quality of our life squarely depends on the quality of our sense of reality.
That's highly debatable. Also, you admitted to being made different in your beliefs by belonging to the wtbs.
I had no beliefs.
I had no theological positions to defend.
My friend, Johnny, introduced them to me.
It was a first.
I was defenseless largely because Johnny's premise was artificially constructed apologetics which required special knowledge of terminology and stage-settings of which I was wholly or partly ignorant.
I resisted his insistence all the way while being simultaneously being absorbed into the flock of the Kingdom Hall by the social acceptance I received there.
It was by osmosis I discovered the colorful Disney-esque world of religious scenarios under Jehovah's Witness instruction.
Since it was the ONLY such instruction I had up to that time I was indoctrinated by it.
By the time I had entered Federal Prison I was committed to an ideology.
After release I became a fanatical practitioner of prescribed behaviors.
One shapes one's views in the face of resistance as one seeks to make sense of where we are in life.
By totally immersing myself in a fantasy world where invisible persons were at war with one another (and me) I sought to preserve my life according to the scenario which fit that preservation.
Believe me, I could do without ever having heard a word of the Bible or the delusions which follow along with it.