The coffin was made, filled, nailed shut, buried, corpse already long rotted to bone dust, by the time I read CofC...it served as a nice grave marker for my cult life though...
I left because I just couldn't pretend that crap was 'truth' any more. It all seemed to me to defy logic and common sense. They told me my heart was treacherous and my 'critical thinking' was dangerous; my mind & heart screamed at me that no group as arrogant, smug, and superstitious could possibly be God's Sole Channel of Communication. It was a moral dilemma, and took me a long time to figure out. I eventually went with my moral imperative, and bailed out. Best thing I ever did, despite the residual cult fear & guilt, which vanished as I replaced them with accurate information.
Years later I found the internet and the factual evidence to confirm all my suspicions. CofC was just part of that confirmation.
Life is much better since I jettisoned the whole 'imaginary skydaddy' scenario and joined the real world. No guilt, no cult fear; just life, unvarnished. Clean & simple.