In many ways I wish I could have remained in the blissfull ignorance of my early JW days, just prior to my baptism. It was probably the happiest I've ever been in my life. The "truth" was as real as the ground I was walking on. I hadn't been in it long enough to realize how the propaganda didn't match up with what really went on in the Kingdom Hall. Everyone saw me as a potential recruit and put on their best face when I was around. I'd also not been around long enough to learn of various wacky beliefs they generally try to keep under the rug. Most importantly, a flood of mental doubts had not developed in my mind that required extreme discipline to hold back. Sure it was happiness based on a mirage, but haven't we all had dreams we wish we would have never woken up from?
But freezing time is impossible. I eventually got baptized and realized my elder-mentor was a two-faced hyprocrite. I realized the "happy" pioneers were heavily medicated and viewed field service as a social process, an opportunity to get together and gossip about the "friends." Most of them were putting in "phantom hours." I had run-ins with householders who showed me that the name "Jehovah" did not appear in the original manuscripts in the New Testament. I grew tired of being unable to prove my beliefs to householders who actually knew a thing or two about the Bible.
Like OTWO, I would have been miserable. You can't unlearn what you already know. You can't unsee what you've witnessed with your own eyes. You can't reverse the course of logical thinking that led you to understand that there were gaping holes in the WT theology. All of the recent, aimless "adjustments" to doctrine would have made it even harder. A tide was building and it was only a matter of time before the dam burst.