I was 'born-in', I like your term of being born 'into darkness'. I am continuing to linger on the notion that those of us born 'into darkness' and yet somehow find our way out...we are made of remarkable stuff.
You mention 'losing no form of home'. This caught my attention, because even though I've been out for many years, I've maintained relationships with JW relatives up until now. Lately, the fatigue of dealing with crazy people has been getting to me, and for the first time, I've really considered cutting them off and calling them 'dead' to me.
And I consider what has been familiar to me: my old house, dealing with mother/grandmother, old beliefs that wounded MANY with lasting damage and NO benefit. And though these people and places have been familiar to be, they contain for me NO COMFORT OF HOME. And I find that I am bereft of such a thing, entirely. And I have little to lose, but perhaps much, much to gain, by walking forward out of the reach of such...