Life is a complicated thing. We chugh along and then...bam...we are hit with something we think we can't survive. I've been hit by that train. But trust me. You do get by. You survive. You even find happiness. I promise. I really do. The tunnel is long and the dark is dark. But the light at the end is good and you can find happiness. As a veteran I can promise this. That light will be there.
Why I am no longer a Jehovah's Witness
So...I sit down ready to write and suddenly I am unsure how to proceed. After a moment of thought, I guess I can go on. This is my confession, after all. I suppose there's no wrong way to do it. So in the end, I am not addressing this to anyone in particular. I don’t know who you are or how our lives crossed paths. Perhaps we are strangers. Perhaps we were lifelong friends until that no longer became possible. Perhaps I was in your congregation or was in your circuit. Or maybe we worked together. I cannot know who you are, but I have an image in my mind of the people I am writing to. The people I loved- still love- and respected. I suspect you may read this with trepidation, or even critically, given the constant warnings we all grew up with against listening to those who have left the organization. I understand that, truly. Trust me. Even after I was disfellowshipped 6 years ago, it was 5 years before I let myself even think about listening to or getting to know those who
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