Oh Dames babe, you've really had a rough trop, but full credit to you for finding the strength to throw all of that off and move on:))
When I was 17y/o and had serious issues with the "truth" I stopped attending meetings, found a "worldly" boyfriend, my life was upside down, and I was miserable. My boyfriend didn't understand the issues I was up against, my friends shunned me, and my parents threatened to throw me out. My mother convinced me my depression was clinical and had our family GP perscribe me anti-depressants. Since I did not have any form of mental illness I could tell early on that the drugs were unbalancing my otherwise balanced brain, so I stopped taking them after 6 weeks. Mum of course never wanted to accept that it was the result of dejection, indoctrination, physical abuse, she really had her head in the sand. Anyway, she convinced me I was responsible for messing up my life for that year, and I returned to the org (back to the vommit;). Didn't get the courage to leave again until I was 22y/o.
Nowadays I have a wonderful optimistic outlook, am extremely happy and consistent, apart from the occassional hormonally induced mood swing;)
Frog xx