It was 1979, about 4 years after the "end." I was going through what was quite normal for a person my age - questioning the choices I had made in life - not being a JW, of course, but why I married the person I did, why I still had not done the things I wanted to do in life (I had a pre-JW life with hopes and dreams I could not let go entirely).
In short, I was having an emotional crisis, knew I was not happy (for want of a better term) in my life situation. I also realized that I had been running from things in life (parental abuse, job I didn't like, etc.) rather than to better situations in my youth. In a moment of brutal honesty, I admitted to myself that I had been a better person, a kinder person, before becoming a JW. I did not like the carping, judgmental person I had become to fit in with the WT/KH crowd.
I left for mental health reasons. I have obtained a college degree, a home of my own, and a decent retirement plan. Freedom is the best cure for emotional and mental health issues. I'm living proof.
Having lived 25 years in freedom and enjoying life more every day, I remain,