I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
A friend lent me CoC yesterday and I stayed up most of the night reading it. It took me 13 hours and I skipped the meeting today to keep reading, I couldn't bear to put it down.
I am shocked but not surprised at how closely Ray's thinking mirrors my own in some ways. The part that hit me hardest was...
"Conviction, it has no meaning or validity unless it is individual, personal. To believe because others believe is to have a borrowed conviction and a borrowed faith. To be genuine and to lead to life, these must be the product of one's own mind and one's own heart." - Ray Franz
Part of me had been hanging on to the remote possibility that I was wrong. That there was nothing wrong with the organization or with our beliefs. That the only thing that was "wrong" was my own faith. But I couldn't reconcile the lack of love. I didn't feel love from the congregation or Jehovah and I knew I didn't love my "brothers and sisters" and that I served Jehovah out of habit, not out of love. It was an impossible way to live.
After reading CoC, I feel like I just died. I also feel like I've just been born.
A while back I said I felt no resentment, but I'm beginning to. The first half of my life was spent living a lie. That bothers me and will probably go on bothering me for the rest of my life.
They say that criminals who've spent most of their lives in prison get disoriented and distressed when they finally get paroled later in life. The shock of institutional life, being told when to get up, when and what to eat, what to wear, the clearly defined space in which they live... take that away and the world with all it's possibilities and freedoms is too much to bear. I feel like I've just been let out of prison. Part of me screams for the comfort of my "cell" walls and part of me screams in anguish at my "captors".
I want to live.
I feel born again.
I feel scared to death.