You found oxygen by coming here (go see The Bothersome Man, 2006). The remaining needs of life are water, clothing, shelter, etc.
Other people will load you up with water in the form of various truthful readings that are probably free on the internet, and which will help you make more out of your life, which science has so far demonstrated to be not-everlasting.
Clothe yourself in the armor of "meh", which has a non-stick coating so that the appearance of conviction rolls off like so much rain, but the fabric itself is fortified with the camoflage of complacent unwillingness to rock the boat, and this will help you to quench the blow-hard's' fiery bloviations. Above a certain threshold, JWs are trained, drilled, trained, and drilled again to assume that a little bit of "meh" does not in fact mean "screw this!" but means "I'm kind of tired today… Just today…I'll have energy tomorrow…". It is a borg survival mechanism to ensure that all rank and file believe those around them are on board (when that may not be the case) and to only disbelieve that a particular one is not on board when that individual's degree of recalcitrant rocking the boat becomes un-ignorable, at which point they undergo a diametric phase change (see Invasion of the Body Snatchers). Rocking the boat is >>>THE<<< unforgivable sin. All other sins will be reviewed.
For shelter while you are deep in enemy territory, take up a hobby that can get you to a safe mental place. The hobby has to have a red cross on top so the Luftwaffe doesn't bomb on it. Doesn't matter what it is, find a way to carve out time for your own cerebrum, cerebellum, hypocanthus, hand-eye coordination, and whole body movement. It is a medical imperative to get time away from the damage.