I was born and raised a JW. I had a horrible childhood, my mother was depressed and life was nothing more than humiliation after humiliation at school (I was in the pariah clique), topped off with humiliating door-to-door work and 5 hours of mind-numbing boring meetings.
To top it off we weren't the most 'theo' family, my father only went on Sunday to placate my mother, and she preferred getting her own territory and dragging me out in service rather than go with the study groups. So I was a pariah at the KH too.
It's interesting how many of us left because we couldn't imagine living forever with only JWs. I would rather be dead, so I left.
It wasn't hard for me to assimilate myself into the "world." I reveled in my freedom, I loved the holidays and singing the national anthem and voting and being like everyone else. The worst thing about being a JW was how abnormal I felt. It was a real relief to become 'normal.' I'm not a pariah anymore.