About 4 years before I started making the connections that there was something wrong with the organization and not me, I was in a pretty frazzled state and asked my doctor for Prozac (or some kind of anti-depressant.) He told me I would have to make an appointment with one of the clinic's psychiatrists. So I did.
I felt perfectly comfortable telling her exactly what had me twisted up, and that it mostly centered around the teachings, obligations etc... from my religion. Without hesitation she pointed out a few contradictory points that caused MASSIVE dissonance (now I know what that phenomenon is) in my brain and I knew immediately she was an agent of Satan trying to trip up my faith.
She asked me what I hoped to accomplish with this visit. I answered, "I'm not leaving here without a prescription..." and then the tears started. I couldn't help it. She told me a lot could be resolved if I were to just step back and examine my situation. I said, No!
She shook her head and wrote the prescription.
It took another 4 years for me to wake up. I went through hell to get here but I think I... WE are the lucky ones. How many never get to wake up?