Did u ever feel so depressed u felt the only thing that could get rid of the pain was to commit suicide????
Yup...I was actually your age in roughly the same situation. I was 16, and having a really hard time with life (for lots of reasons) but the straw on the camels back was that I stopped believing in what the witnesses were telling me. It was such a crushing blow. I didn't buy any of it, and I knew it would make my parents miserable to have someone who didn't believe living with them.
I never told them how I felt about the "truth". I just kept my mouth shut, and my doubts to myself. I felt so isolated. There was literally NO ONE I could talk to about this. None of my worldly friends understood, I didn't dare tell any of my witness friends because I knew they would turn me in, and I sure as hell wasn't going to talk to an elder.
I tried to overdose on sleeping pills and booze. It didn't work tho. I just woke up later really pissy and even more depressed because I couldn't do it. I was a failure at sucide, I really hated myself.
I wish I knew what exact thing got me through. Or what I did to make it better. It was a very foggy part of my life. All I knew was that I was going to be better than all of them, and I wasn't going to let them ruin my life.
So I secretly plotted my mission. I kept my eyes on school, read a lot of books about depression, religion, poetry...just anything I could get my hands on. I lived in my own little world of books and writing. I kept planning on college. I told my parents in no uncertain terms I WAS going to a FOUR YEAR college. They even helped me to go Post Secondary (I am not sure if they have this in your state, but if they do--CHECK IT OUT~)
My senior year I went to college instead of high school and it saved me! I got a car so I could drive myself, I had block schedules so I had all sorts of free time. I met all sorts of wonderful people who didn't need to know I was a JW. I had a wonderful sociology professor who just by being my friend and mentor helped me a lot. I had an even better professor of theology who told me it was all crap *meaning religion* and that you just have to find what makes you happy, not what makes your parents happy. (He also had some great info about JW's which I wasn't ready to listen to yet...if only I had I might have gotten totally out sooner). I took some acting classes, and crazy at as it sounds it was some of the best therepy I ever had. I got to be creative and expressive and get out all the emotions I had bottled in me in a safe way because it wasn't "me" who had those emotions, it was a character. It was amazing!
College allowed me to FINALLY think for myself. (I also got out of lots of meeting under the guise of homework, group work, and research labs, lecturers (that I told them I HAD To see for class, but really just went for fun).
I wish to god I had been able to find this place (or a place like it) when I was younger. But I didn't. I know I would, and most everyone who posted on this thread would be more than willing to lend an ear to hear your story and your pain whenever you need to talk.
You can message me here, or e-mail me. [email protected] , or if you have yahoo messanger, you can add me-- sassy_frassy_lassie.
I still get depressed. And things are not smooth with my parents. But it gets better every year, and the longer I am away from it.
You just have to take it slow now. I know you want out so bad you can taste it, and you want your freedom NOW! But it might be a better strategy to plot you escape. Keep your head down, save trouble at home, and think about the future. I know when you're depressed that is so hard to do, but that is what saved me.
Keep talking and writing here. We all loves ya!
take care! keep us posted...