Welcome AuntConnie!
Sounds like you're starting to realize that the Watchtower "Spiritual Paradise" is 100% false advertising.
It also sounds like decades of problems, concerns, and sacrifices, are finally coming to a head that you can't simply continue to whitewash over. I recognize that feeling. I was the picture perfect Bethelite not so many years ago. When I was told to jump, I'd ask "How high?" But my life was going nowhere. My hard work was rewarded with only more, ceaseless, and often unreasonable demands. My parents' time and attention were spent more on my "spiritually weak" siblings, and I felt a measure of resentment. However, what was I supposed to expect? As far as their WT training was concerned, I needed nothing and deserved nothing from them. There were no birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, Mother's Days, etc. when we might spend quality family time together, because WT didn't allow such normal family occasions. Instead, my parents had a reason to spend time with my siblings, because they had needs that I didn't.
Additionally, I didn't understand my parents' feelings because I never married or had children... again, a foolish choice I made based on the false prophecies of Watchtower back in the 1980s. It's only recently that I've come to understand how much my parents love me... but never had worried about me. However, my parents also loved my siblings, and spend nights worrying about them. Add to that, the constant demands for time and money that were placed on my parents... not from my siblings, BUT CONSTANT DEMANDS FOR TIME AND MONEY COMING FROM WATCHTOWER!
To think that the organization that is supposedly backed by "the only true God", the "creator of everything", and rightful owner of the universe, would be so broke and needy that Jehovah was sapping my time and resources, as well as everything that my parents had to give.
I went through depression and anxiety, finally going on antidepressants. Frankly, the medication didn't sap the life out of me, like the cases that you encountered. They gave me the sense to wake up and smell the coffee. And what I smelled was a culty muck called Watchtower. It hasn't necessarily been easy to get out and get on with my life, but it has 100% been worth it. My only regret has been that I didn't wake up and get out sooner.
Now you have a choice, Auntie. You need to either suck it up, paint on that familiar smile, keep being the pioneer elderette, and drink the WT "spiritual paradise" Kool Aid, or you put on your thinking cap and start planning on how to live the rest of your life in a way that may finally bring you some personal satisfaction.
Good Luck!