If you feel that you had good close "friends" in the Org, how did it feel to give them up?
I feel like the first 30 years of my life I was writing my autobiography with my finger on water. There were a few ripples that landed on a distant shore followed by a gradual stillness borne of nothing and more nothing; not a trace.
It is as though I never existed because we embed our lives within the lives of others. The ordinary sharing of friends is a resonance and re-echoing of all we were...the laughter, tears, trials and travails of growing up and leaning on one another. But, with Jehovah's people and their "love" you waken from the dream of family and friends to discover the nightmare of despair. All for nought. Nobody and nothing.
I feel like the Jason Bourne character awakening with bullet wounds and no trace of who I was or how I got where I am--only the pain is real and the scars will always mutely testify I was somebody others wanted no part of.
If I could hate--I'd hate them for their lies. But, they aren't worth my hatred. I only feel pity now.
At the end of it all these few things remain: I was and I am the same person who held a crust of righteous bread in my hand now grown stale....a dim outline where God used to be like a chalkmark around a corpse....and the shadow of empty faces wearing masks somewhere out there where the jackels prey.....howling at the midnight sky.