I was raised a JW by good, decent parents. Although they were strict they were loving and kind so as a smaller child my life was really idealic. No argueing around the house, very close knit, lots of family oriented activites. I really never had any problem missing out on holidays because since I never celebrated them I really didn't know what I was missing. As I started getting a little older is when the troubles started. I started realizing how much I actually hated doing everything that was required of me. I felt guilty all the time and wondered what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I feel Jehovah in my heart??? I lived a lie, trying and trying to get that feeling, that closeness with Jehovah but no matter what I did it just never happened. So here I am at 45 years old, living across country from my JW relatives, still pretending to them that I am a JW because I feel too much guilt and shame to tell them that I have not been to a meeting here in almost 9 years! I don't see them much but when I go to visit them (due to illnesses, they never come here) I go to the meetings and keep up the charade. I can't bring myself to try any other religion so have given my children no spiritual guidance in life and still live with the fear that the BIG A will happen at any moment and I will see my beautiful children's life cut short like in the scary pictures in the watchtower that I grew up with, (hugh burning rocks pelting us to death from the sky, dark clouds, people lying dead in the streets all around us). I still freak out every time the phase "Peace and Secruity" comes out of any political figure on tv. I am still a mess and don't think I will ever get over what being raised a JW has done to me.