When I thought I knew the truth it didn’t make me a better person, it didn’t give me peace of mind or facilitate self discovery. If anything it released negative qualities such as arrogance and misanthropy.
In those respects, my feelings were similar, and yet quite different, than yours. "Knowing the Truth" gave me great peace of mind, and (within the parameters of what I now understand to be a very narrow and truncated world-view), gave me great confidence to explore self-discovery (or so I thought).
But, as with you, in conjunction with those same feelings, "it" gave me considerable arrogance ("What can these idiots possibly know?"), and misanthropy ("That fool is gonna die at Armageddon, and he's just too stupid to know it.")
I looked at the pictures in the Paradise book, and gleefully studied with parents and their children and told them, without hesitation, that this is what Armageddon is going to do to you if you don't accept the Truth that I am here today to share with you. And when the Truth book came along, there was the added "And you only have 6 months to learn what I'm telling you, or else the study is over, and I'll move on to a more listening ear." A virtual death sentence, as I saw it.
I can't say how liberating it has been to unlearn "The Truth," and that there isn't even such a thing as "The Truth."