I am the poster child for this topic!
Never forget that going in service itself was not enough...you had to give it your "all", people's "lives" were on the line. You could become bloodguilty. And who was I was to presume on God's "underserved" kindness. Since I was born I deserved nothing but death. If I didn't run to the city of refuge (do what the Org told me) then the next of kin, Jehovah, would kill me in an act of vengence. So I better get out there! Eventually I felt it really didn't matter what I did, I would be destroyed anyway.
The elders answer for my problem? Medication!
My answer was: No! First, I didn't want side effects. Second, I function just fine in everyday life. Third, I felt I shouldn't have to take medication to please God.