I was a Jehovah's Witness for thirty years. The last ten years I was mostly inactive, although I attended meetings. My husband was disfellowshipped early in the marriage, but I did my best to raise our two children in "the truth".
The last years I had moved to a different area, and I was never really accepted in the new congregation. Then my life began to unravel. My daughter was actively suicidal for several years and attempted twice. My then husband almost died with internal bleeding twice and he didn't work for three years. I had a stressfull job I couldn't leave, as I had to support my family. My health broke down and I developed fibromyalgia, which caused a lot of pain and fatigue, making evening meetings almost impossible.
I still thought this was the right religion, but doubts were creeping in. I realize now I was in a state of cognitive dissonance. I felt the JWs were right about the Trinity and hell fire, so I thought it must be the truth. But so many things were not as the publications said they were. I saw the elders were mostly pretty ignorant. I saw no love in that congregation.
My marriage was a very bad one and I had only stayed due to the JW teachings. One day I had a realization that stunned me. I realized that staying in a bad marriage had done nothing for me, it did nothing for my children as it just gave them a bad example to follow. It didn't even do anything for my ex husband as it just allowed him to stay a helpless whiney baby. It was this realization that finally convinced me that this was not the truth. The Watchtower said it was ALWAYS better to preserve the marriage. They lied, and I wasted 28 years of my life because I listened to that lie.
About that time I was contacted by a former high school friend. I wouldn't date him because he wasn't a Jehovah's Witness. But he never forgot me. We fell in love and he asked me to marry him. So I left the religion, divorced my husband and just moved out of state to be with my love. I never told anyone in my old Congo, why would I? I doubt they even noticed I left.
At first I really couldn't reconcile my feelings about this religion. I lost my faith in it, and the loss hurt. The JW fantasy of a perfect world helped me cope with the bad in the world. But now that I know it is a fantasy, it's not like I could pretend I still believed. I knew I didn't want to be a JW, but what then? I didn't have the answer. It took several years but I finally realized I didn't need to have all the answers, nor did I need a religion.
At this point I still identify with Christianity mainly, but I don't feel I have to attend church. I have gone to my in-laws Congregational church and it is very nice, so if I had to pick one, that would probably be it. They have a lot of tolerance for differing
veiwpoints. I think some of them don't actually believe in God really. But they are nice to each other and supportive. No harsh judgemental attitudes.