As a witness I struggled with depression , suicide attempts and eating disorder. My parents didn't want to get help for me because of the advise from the Society's literature. Psychiatrists apparently can leave you open to demons!!!!
After some time I sought help through my guidance councelor and finally felt strong enough to get help for myself. Finally my parents decided I needed help and booked me into a hospital to begin a program to recover from my eating disorder.
I agree about the drugs. They did less to help me than the councelling. Through councelling/therapy, I learned self-esteem, how to reason for myself, and healthy coping skills and life skills that will serve me throughout life. The problem is that my parents lost control of my life. To them it looked like the devil took over because I did rebel. I can't say I made very good choices for awhile, but I finally realized that I can choose anything I want provided I understand I am responsible for the consequences.
I believe my suicide attempts were directly related to my life as a witness. My homelife sucked terribly and to top it all off there was a rigid witness life we had to live. There was virtually no creative outlet for us and anything that would foster a healthy self-esteem was deterring us from God's organisation. No wonder many kids grow up into adults hating life and wanting to die. I was one of them.
Moanzy