I went through a very long period where it was difficult to motivate myself to go. I wanted to be a good JW and keep serving, but it was a drag. I did notice that, once I got to the meeting or to field service, it wasn't so bad. But especially on work nights it just got to where I missed more meetings than I attended, and it went down from there. Eventually I only went to the memorial, where I was warmly greeted and got all kinds of encouragement. But after three or four years of that I stopped altogether.
It was so hard to keep doing it even when I thought I wanted to do it. If I'd been convinced that it wasn't the truth at that time, I can't imagine I would have been able to do it, not even a single time. Somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain, I had decided that I did not want to have anything to do with it, I guess. By the time I finally accepted it, it came as a huge relief, even though it must have been 7 or 8 years since I had gone to any meeting at all.