I started having panic attacks out of the clear blue. Here I was, I felt, doing everything conceivable to live a good, clean life, serving God *whole souled*, and I start slipping psycologically. I began to seriously look within and question why would this start happening now? And for the first time, I asked my unbelieving mate to take a look at my life and give me his honest opinion about my religion. He did and thus began the brain thaw.
I began to take note of how things really were at the hall. Several, once sane individuals, were having major mental problems, all of the backstabbing and lack of love and true friendships, the harsh elders, etc. Much of what came out of the mouths of JW's was venomous and judgemental and I saw that so many were just plain miserable, including myself. Years earlier, my oldest childs teacher called and wanted to talk to me about a problem with my child. I remember walking up to the school and seeing her class outside at recess. The kids were all playing and laughing as kids do. But, I noticed that my daughter was off to herself, all alone, sitting on the jungle gym.....away from "the world" as I had taught her. It broke my heart. This just can't be right, I thought and I continued to ponder and observe.
I picked up on the constant referencing and group worship of "the organization" and it just didn't sit right. The constant belittling and guilt tripping from headquarters thru the mags and talks. Here a mere handfull of people come into this asphixiating religion, trying to serve God in an acceptable way and with good motive and this is the way the sheep should be treated by the F&D slave/God? I could not see how God was supporting such a horrible religion and I could no longer recommend it publicly to anyone. The whole fruitage thing just seemed too rotten.
My doubts all started from emotional pain but when I got on the internet and discovered the myriads of doctrinal screw ups, it all came together and I was outta there.
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