I was raised in a JW family in the 1980's-1990's where we had to do the Daily Text 7 days a week during breakfast at the family table at 7AM sharp between 7:00-7:15AM. This was followed by a "Spiritual Discussion," which was held every morning between 7:15AM and 8:00AM.
Since we were homeschooled, our weekly field service was required from childhood on Friday mornings immediately following the Spiritual Discussion, followed by Saturday afternoon field service after the bookstudy, as well as Sunday afternoon field service after the Watchtower Study.
I was also required to read each Watchtower and Awake magazine and give oral reports about each magazine I read in order for my father to be sure that I had actually read them. I can't remember for sure, but I think each Watchtower and Awake was released every two weeks back then, making a new magazine to read every single week, followed by an oral report on every single article (including the Watchtower study articles which I also had to read, then study in our weekly family Watchtower study where we marked our answers, then studied again at the Sunday Watchtower study).
In addition to this, we also had a weekly family bible study at night each week, had a family bookstudy at night in which we marked our answers for the Saturday morning bookstudy, had a family Watchtower study at night where we marked our answers for the Sunday morning Watchtower study, had a family prayer together every night before bed, every morning before and after breakfast and every night before and after dinner (not including our half-family prayers for lunch by my mother since we were homeschooled.)
Well after all this, you might think I would have become a happily functioning Jehovah's Witness today. However, unlike 99% of my peers who got baptized between the ages of 10 and 13, I was never baptized, despite the constant nagging of my JW relatives throughout my childhood.
Instead, I moved 1500 miles away from my home at the age of 18 (since I was threatened by the constant "as long as you live under my roof" threat), but I have been struggling with depression, suicidal thoughts, and drug and alcohol abuse ever since.
My drug of choice at this point is alcohol.
I was brought up with the world view that Armageddon is right around the corner... every year, every month, every day.
For some strange reason, I still have this nagging voice in the back of my head that this system is not going to last long enough for me to grow old in this system. So I choose to drink. I choose to live the last remaining days knowing that I am doomed to everlasting destruction, but my last days will be filled with drunken semi-happiness rather than being a miserable slave to a corporation in exchange for salvation.