Can relate to virtually everything written here.
I once stood in my kitchen and stared at the wall for the longest time. I couldn't believe the person I'd turned into after 21 years a Witness. I was this uncompromising, depressed, hard-hearted bitch who saw the world in black and white/good and evil terms. For the first time ever I allowed myself an inward look and hated what I saw. This wasn't the person I imagined myself being 21 years ago, and I HATED her. I really did.
There was no deluding myself, I KNEW it was the religion that had changed me for the worst. It was the constant rule-keeping and congregation peer pressure that had made me who I was. It was the pressure to be seen to be doing the "right" thing, to prove that my family were "spiritual" and worthy of being "good association".
It was the never-ending cycle of guilt when I couldn't measure up and when I couldn't make the children measure up either.
Not even 30 paracetamol downed in one go could numb the pain of realising that I'd not only "failed" as a christian, but as a parent and a decent human being too.
And I'd tried SO hard to be a good Witness, I really really did.
Now I've come to my senses and learned to love those around me unconditionally. But having seen both sides of this fence, I can honestly say that Jehovahs Witnesses are truly the most evil and insidious of organizations. Its their benevolent face of meekness and gentleness that is the most dangerous of fronts.
Jehovah's "happy" people? Only on the surface. Scratch below that surface and they're probably one of the unhappiest group of people on the planet. Most just haven't figured out why yet.