For me, I met a born in JW who I fell in love with. He was a rebel and was going to university at the time he met me. His congregation back at home and his parents discouraged college. When the elders saw the direction he was headed, they used him as an example and stripped him of everything. I felt bad for him and loved him so I knew the only way things could get better would be if I converted and dropped out of school. Thank goodness I went to a congregation that actually encouraged university because the schoo wais most of the territory...
I started studying with the witnesses and convinced myself I wasn't good enough before. I told my family that I was a terrible sinner with no hope for the future. My family allowed me to make the choice to get baptized but reminded me that I was adequate and foolish for giving my all to nothing.
Years went by and I became a super dub. Me and the guy got married and had a child. The birth of our child woke my husband up and he spent time getting be out. Didn't help that all of my friends were JWs and I worried my child would die anyday in Armageddon.
We are now both out and I'm left thinking "that was a ridiculous moment of my life, oh well". I was young and dumb.