Hi troubled,
I'd divide my departure into 5 categories:
~1 year: The Uneasy Stage
I was gradually growing uncomfortable with a few things, such as how I was told to treat my da'd dad and why organ transplants had been forbidden once. But those were my fault, and I was sure I would understand them, given time and research. I was also growing more and more distraught as I continued to be unable to make myself believe.
~1 year: The Disagreement Stage
I acknowledged that I didn't agree with the society on a few things (eg, evolution, the role of women), was growing to hate meetings and service and the publications, and finally just wanted OUT. But, at the same time, I was terrified of the consequences of "reinventing myself from scratch", and even more terrified that I just wasn't clever enough to realize a way out of my quandaries.
~3 months: The Decision Agony Stage
After moving out from home, I went all but inactive, showing up a few token times at my new hall but generally just working up the nerve to leave. Oh, the guilt at going to my friend's birthday party though... It was somewhere in here that I realized I was doublethinking myself into insanity and that, if God really did exist, he wouldn't want me to go mad trying to figure him out.
~9 months: The I'm Out - Now What? Stage
On Nov 16, 1999 (see, I remember the date), I finally decided that I, in good conscience, could not continue pretending to be something I wasn't and believe something I didn't. The immediate precipitation of this was reading online about all the many ways strugglers and doubters had been hideously mistreated in the name of congregation "cleanliness" and "unity", and I realized I had had enough. That was the first time in a long, ling time that I *knew*, deep down, that I was making the right
decision - even if I did couch it in terms of "well, given what I know now" or "barring future evidence to the contrary".
It took a while, even so, to work through all the residual guilt and fears. ( I half expected my boyfriend to say something like "gosh, they sounded pretty reasonable" when I took him to a meeting just to show them what they're like; he didn't.) Reading a copy of Crisis of Conscience (borrowed, 'cause I was still a little scared to buy it myself) was what let me finally let go of that last .000001% chance that had been nagging me. I still continued to be emotionally and intellectually agitated at times, though not to the degree I had been earlier, worried over who I was, what I really did believe, what I should believe.
~1 year ago until now: The Free At Last, Yippee I'm Freeee Stage
Somewhere in there (no precise moment I can think of), I realized that I just needed to take a break from all the ultimate questions of life, the universe, and everything (at least those for which 42 isn't a satisfying answer). I've got the rest of my life to figure it out, so why worry so much now? If I never do find all the answers... at least I'm finally able to ask all the questions.
I can live with that.
-T.