My motto is "Never Give Up" .
Being raised a witness, fading in my twenties, then making final choices to leave and never go back in my late thirties, thus re-uniting with d'fd long lost family, I know, first person, their is always hope.
What finally clicked with me? Many things all raising doubts and concerns my whole life, but the two last straws were the changes to the understanding of the generation in 1994, then the fact that my regular pioneer cousin, who commited suicide due to not being accepted into Bethal and not making her field service time for the year, being a huse disappointment to her elder father in both respects, was viewed as being spiritually weak. Laying no responsabilty on her parents expectations of her, no responsability on JW belief, no acknowledgement of the effects of depression. Just one neat little "spiritually weak" package.
Isn't that special?
It is with much sorrow I leave behind my parents, who mean no harm to me, they are only doing what the JW's tell them to do in shunning me. And I am not even df'd or da'd. Not attending is treated the same.
However, with loss comes clear conscience and a reunion with my grandmother, aunt and uncle in a few weeks.
So to answer your question, there is always hope. Never give up!