Oh my goodness, yes!
There were times when I wished that I could be "normal" like everyone else. The only way I came close to trying to wipe it all away, was when I hit the edge of madness--but, then, that's not a fair trade-off, is it?
But guess what? Seems like we all have to travel the road to "where we are now". And being a JW taught me many good things. I learned to speak before crowds of people. I learned to know where all the scriptures were, and could speak with influence and authority. I learned how to effectively give a good witness to others. I learned confidence and poise....all for the wrong things, but I learned it all the same.
Now when I think back over all of it, I just try to pull out the things from my memory banks that made me happy, and let go of the rest. "The past can't be changed, but the future is whatever you make it." (Someone smart put that on a plague I have hanging on my wall.)
All my memories are not bad ones, but I just happened to be mixed up with a cult, and so, I lost "myself" in the process of being a good sister and ended up being the bad sister. I had to take responsibility for that, once I became an adult.
What I regret most are the ones I studied with and brought to baptism. I can't change any of that, but I have wondered what their lives are like now. One girl I remember well, though. She is, even now, a seasoned witness. Before "she got the truth", she had an affair with my first husband, and then wanted me to study the bible with her. Don't think so. (I think she probably got what she deserved. ~~smiling a bit here~~)
We all have to find our own way it seems. Our experiences shape us.
"The Truth Is Out There"
Karen/Sentinel