Back when I was still "in" (but beginning to grasp the TATT), something happened quite suddenly that required me to start leaving my young kids at home with my long-inactive wife instead of taking them with me to the meetings. I went by myself.
Or, at least, I tried to.
Since, at the time, I still more-or-less believed, every time I did it I felt like I was abandoning my family to save my own sorry ass.
After only a couple weeks of barely being able to look at myself in the mirror without feeling shame, I simply couldn't do it, anymore.
I figured I'd rather die with my family than survive at their expense, so I made the decision to stay at home with them - i.e., made a deliberate choice to become inactive (made easier just then by, coincidentally, moving) - and just hoped (at the time) God would understand and cut us some slack.
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Eventually, I'd been mentally and physically out long enough to not be afraid of investigating the TATT, found my way here (for a variety of reasons), and the rest is history.