I am disfellowshipped. Whoa. I just wrote that as the first thing. Like thats "who" I am. Is that how I view and value myself? But its the first thing I think of day in ..... and day out.
I didn't even mean to start a post about this. I totally intended to write about a letter I got from a relative the other day. But now, this is the matter at hand.
How do I get past this sad time? I don't think I can ever go back now. I know too much, I know too much truth. And it means I have lost my friends.
I have no friends here where I live anymore, no relatives within hundreds of miles. No support system. Except one friend and he lives over 1000 miles away.
At what point will I wake up and not think of JW's? At what point will I walk into a grocery store and think "I wonder if they are a JW and know that they are smiling at a df'd person". I wonder when I will go to my favorite children's store despite the fact that one of the elder's wives works there? When will JW's stop coloring my life?
When will I stop being frightened I am making a mistake?