Was there one incident or epiphany that struck you hard? Or was it a slow...gradual awakening (no pun)?
My coming out of the JW Coma (as I like to call it) began at a family rendezvous in the beautiful Florida Gulf coast. It was to me a metaphor
for life. Pretty much my entire JW family and myself and my faeries were there together, surrounded by beauty and at my father's urging mostly (an elder) we still had a little sunday family study and managed to get to a meeting by the beach. How figity I was! Somehow the watchtower seemed so cerebral and detached from humanness and took the joy away. It felt like we were being obligated to not ever 'take a brake' from being JW's . and it was starting to get to me. And my parents seemed fanatical and zealous like never before.
Something about that trip made me question if we were all wasting our lives by being so religious, when opportunities and simple pleasures lie right in front of us...a metaphor for life.
And that began for me the change from "I am a humble servant, I believe anything and everything you tell me..keep feeding me more guilt, fear, and lies" to "is this for real?" and "what if ...just what if we have all been duped"?!
Your curious fellow ex-dubby,
Amie' (friend in French)