Let’s just say my name is Frank, I grew up in Dayton, Ohio. I TRULY stopped believing at the age of 20, in 2010. I was married then, to someone who was a pioneer in the beginning of the marriage. Years of unhappiness festered upon forcing myself to be in the organization. I left my marriage, which was completely compromised, and I left the organization for good in January of 2014.

When I was a child, my father was an elder at our Kingdom Hall in Centerville, Ohio( a suburb of Dayton). Growing up in Public School was extremely difficult to be different than everyone else, and I faced a lot of ridicule from my peers. When I graduated High School, I was conspiring to get in my car and just drive away from this life. But I didn’t. I stayed. I married the safe and easy bet to keep my family happy, and to have sex for the first time without “sinning”. Easily the biggest mistake of my life. Today in 2017, I have a 5 year old child from that past relationship, and I would never ever trade him for anything. I live with a woman who loves me unconditionally, and I have a steady job to feed my son and take care of myself, and partner. I am happier than I’ve ever been, I can be my own person, the one I was meant to be, I can do whatever I damn well please without a tribune of elders babysitting my every move. But I will never feel normal. I will never ever feel sane. My father speaks to me only to arrange to see my son, and my sister considers me to be bird food at Armageddon. I have multiple friends who’ve left the org. I have many many more who still practice, and will never speak to me again. I can never regain normalcy that was lost on me in my youth, I’m here. Me, in this life. It’s not easy. But I’m free