Was there one certain event or was it more a cumulative thing?
There was one specific event that precipitated my decision to leave, but the decision to leave itself was not made abruptly. There are two things, my decision to leave, and what made me start acting on my decision when I did.
My decision came about by a combination of my history in that organization. The way I was treated there was not in a very nice, loving way. The other factor was my depression. I decided to take the Jehovah crap seriously when I was an adolescent, just to find myself entering adulthood with the most severe depression I've ever experienced. At best, what I got was accusations that my depression were caused by my conscience, meaning that I was supposed to confess to something, so they can discipline me, reprove me, etc. That was the only suggestion they bother to give me regarding it.
I went to see a therapist, and that did wonders for me. After that, I just started looking at the entire dynamic in the congregation from different point of view. I started observing and noticing that not only was I the only person in need of outside professional mental health help, but that the congregation was full of people with all kinds of issues, some people with severe mental illness. I opened my eyes and realized that the leadership in the WT is made up of people who are incapable of providing appropriate guidance and recommendations to people, but at the same time they are the ones that I was supposed to trust with my most important life decisions.
I sat with those thoughts and started entertaining the idea of leaving that organization as I knew that it was all bullshit. That started making me look at all the crap I was told in terms of doctrine differently too, not that I cared much for a lot of it, anyway.
Though at a conscious level I knew I was out, what made it a process is that I was born-in, so leaving meant walking away from my entire life up until that point, not something that is to be taken lightly. I knew I couldn't just leave, and I knew that I needed to start building the foundation for my life out.
Two things happened: 1- I met who became my first relationship, a nice gentleman who happened to have a mother who was taking bible studies, and he was very curious about the Jehovah crap, trying to know what was his mother getting into. He was very supportive in my process of leaving. 2 - The trigger came from some pathetic bitch of a sister who started giving me shit for showing up to the KH without properly shaving. The way she talked to me was so verbally abusive, so nasty, ad in front of all the people present. I just looked at her, aside from being upset, I also saw something different. As I saw her in that "mode", I noticed something odd. Now I understand a little more about brainwashed people and when people are in sad, bad circumstances. I just knew at that moment that the message from the people who are supposed to love and care about me was never going to be positive or loving.
The rest is history.