There are several congregations in my area.
After tolerating the crazy personalities, cliques and internal power struggles, I eventually cycled through all of the local congregation over a period of 25 years.
It got to the point where I was dragging myself to the meetings, hating everything about them, doing the pre-meeting greetings and token handshakes with people that pretend they are listening to you or remotely interested in what you are saying.
Finally, I was either leaving early or immediately after the closing song/prayer on the verge of tears.
My problem now is "how could I have not noticed" the FACT that I had been wasting my life.
I find myself wondering how I believed the nonsense as truth and worried about the "authority" of the elders
It is emotionally taxing when you have invested so much time with so many people and you are treated like you never existed to show for it.
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I must be mentally diseased.