I really wanted to die.
I thought death would be preferable to the feelings of utter betrayal after over thirty years of trying so hard to be everything I thought I must be in order to survive this system and be acceptable to God, never feeling that I measured up, only to realize that what is acceptable can change according to the whims of men in New York.
They said in the Awake magazine for years on the inside cover that they wanted to build my confidence that those who were alive in 1914 would not pass off the scene until the big A. They did indeed build my confidence. Then shattered it in 1995 with their "new light."
I think Lennyinbluemont described many of the feelings quited well.
I feel like Rip Van Winkle, who slept for twenty years and when he awoke, was out of touch with the reality of the times.
No money for retirement, no real vacations my entire adult life (went to the WTS facilities for vacations) Blech!!!
No higher education, stuck in dead end job. And to use the word dead, it now seems I will be some day...
Yes, I have no friends, but with friends like the WTS, who needs enemies?
Don't know what to believe, hence my name, Quandry.................................................