Please forgive me if this post doesn't seem logical to you. I'm just letting myself go.
My mom was baptised into the WTC when I was two years old. I grew up in the Witnesses. I remember that I couldn't listen to any good music or hang out with other kids my age. I hated that. I remember walking around with my head hanging down, afraid to associate with anyone that I might lose my salvation. I remember doing the door to door work. Because of the Witnesses, I had no chance to develop friendships with others. I have no friends today because I don't know how to make them.
I'm out. Mom and I both left, doing the "quiet fade" thing. It works. Now I drink what I like (107 proof Booker's Brand), smoke whatever I want, and listen to whatever music I want. I am now free. But the effect of the WatchTower is still there. I feel lonely and alienated.
If you have gone through something similar, email me at [email protected] as I'd love to hear from you.
"Comrades! We must abolish the cult of the individual decisively, once and for all!"
~Nikita Khrushchev, premier of the Soviet Union, echoed in the teachings of the WatchTower