(((((Brooke)))))
My goodness! I hardly know what to say.
I well know how it feels to live under that shadow of "I'm not good enough". I have felt that way (with good reason---just ask my parents) for as long as I can remember. (actually my mother died not having spoken to me in three decades---her choice)
My parents were alcoholics too, but upper middle class. I used to be so ashamed of them on summer nights when all the windows were open. They were always (like the WTS) SO painfully aware of their "image" in front of the neighbors, yet they blew it all once summer came.
I constantly heard "why can't you get better marks like so-and-so, or swim better (I failed swimming lessons twice), and was forced to do things I hated (like taking ballroom dance classes and joining the Rainbow Girls) ugh---it just wasn't ME!
I felt so miserable and alone. Even when I got married---they picked at where I lived, or how I dressed my kids, etc. Always the criticism. When I eventually became a JW (they weren't) they were even worse. They ended up disowning me shortly after. Said that I was like a stone in their shoe and they were shaking me out of their lives. Really.
Being a JW, I thought that I had finally found a family that approved of me and we were all of the same mind. For a while. Then the "you aren't doing enough" and "you're not good enough" started all over again.
It's a terrible way to live.
I'm happy for you that you have made your way out of the forest of huge trees and tangled brambles that have once held you back.
Love and hugs,
Annie