I'm 75 years old. I've had some hard times, but I realize I've been lucky overall.
I spent my earliest years in Appalachia (Tennessee) with my grandparents. They were wonderful people. My mother was 16 when I was born, and married to my narcissistic father. I was lucky to live with my wonderful grandparents on a 12-acre farm. Like most Appalachians (hillbillies), we were poor by American standards.
We lived in a 3-room log cabin chinked with mud, had no indoor plumbing, minimal electricity, and a shotgun.:-)
For food, my grandparents planted all sorts of vegetables, and my grandfather plowed with a mule. My grandmother milked the cow every day as I watched. Then she churned butter. We had chickens which lay plenty of eggs. About once a week, my grandmother would catch a chicken, chop its head off on a tree stump, pluck it, singe it, and cook it. We had hogs, and a smoke house full of pork. In retrospect, I am very grateful to have had this experience.
When I was 10, I had to go live with my parents, brother and sister in a 2-room apartment in Ohio. That was traumatic for me because my parents were quite different from my grandparents, and I was no longer an only child. I had to go to a big city school with city kids, which I did not find pleasant.
About this time, I met the JW's. I posted my JW story on this forum. I was baptized at 17, the only one in my family to be that stupid at that time.
At 21, I married a JW elder, 9 years older than me. I was not in love with him, and I deeply regret doing it. He was arrogant, uneducated, and had too many stupid rules.
At 32, I moved to Nevada, where I had a cousin, leaving my JW husband behind. We had a daughter, so it was not easy. But I survived.
After my daughter grew up, life got better. I finished college and had a decent life.