The relief was very short lived, I'm afraid.
The nausea has returned with a vengeance.
This week saw my first "mental breakdown". Found myself screaming and crying into my pillow.
At least my supportive wife was there to comfort me.
I let some pretty heavy bottled up thoughts that morning. She heard them all and just helped me through it. Surprising felt a inner sense of relief as the release escalated.
First I was doing some very controlled breathing. Massive deep breaths and long focused exhaling.
This started forming grunts, screams, crying and eventually fully formed thoughts. Also involuntary "spasms". Extreme shudders? It was exhilarating. If I didn't use the pillow to muffle my chaos, I'm afraid the neighbors may have called the police.
Some of the choice rants:
It's a cult
It's a lie. You live the lie. You can't get enough of the lie. You thirst for it.
They stole my life. That what they do. They take people's live.
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Then today after about 90 minutes being in knots, I verbalized how much it hurts knowing how family and friends that once listened to my parts, commended and greeted me, told me what "fine elder" I'd make. Mentioned that I was good enough to treat 7 of my extended JW family to a 2 day trip to Disneyland ( with a full beard ) , but now I'm "too risky", "dangerous", "wicked", "evil" and" a threat to the children's lives".
Summed it up this way. If you spend time in the right building and say the right words, you are righteous.
Thanks for reading.