I've left twice! First time when I was in my late teens, because I wanted to be 'normal' and have fun, date guys, go out clubbing.
Came back as didn't know where else to go when I got pregnant, and still kind of thought it was the best thing to do.
Realized that I actually didn't really care all that much, really resented meetings & ministry and it was brought home to me every time I was child-free for a day that I didn't actually have a single real friend in the cong that I could call to do something with.
Got sick back in Oct and didn't attend for a few weeks, since then I've been to one and a half meetings and not been out on the ministry at all. When I went to those meetings it was only to please my Dad, and I felt so oppressed sitting there, it really felt like I had a boa constrictor wrapping itself around me. Since I made the decision to not go back, I have felt such a huge weight off my shoulders, and I can view it all objectively. The stuff I've found out amazes me, the amount of contradiction there is blows my mind. I've always had a habit of arguing in my head against what was being said from the platform, sometimes it just was such utter bull.
My parents and two siblings are still in though, very deeply in. My poor old Dad is an elder, he has so many responsibilities with meetings, JCs, shepherding visits plus full-time work and caring for his family, and he still berates himself for not getting enough service in (he does 6-8 hours a month). What kind of a yoke is that? Certainly not light and kindly!