What was beautiful in the hope of paradise? What was beautiful in the community?
TW: Suicidal Ideation, but I’m not in active danger anymore. I take medication for it and am on the waitlist for Therapy etc. (still takes 2 years till I have my therapy spot)
I try to formulate it as carefully as I can. If you do struggle with it, just know you’re not alone and actively call for help. Annoy the people on the phone if needed.
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I’m still in the deconstruction phase, since I only recently woke up. I talked to my sibling about my doubts and findings yesterday… and she agreed with me.
In retrospect it feels like Paradise wasn’t really that much of a motivation to stay alive and I don’t know how I made it that long, with how bad my mental state has gotten. (I have a support system outside the religion, thank God, but I genuinely don’t know where I would be without it.)
The exchange of work to reward seems very imbalanced.
Being a JW can work for some people, I’m not denying that… I know of those who’ve been in prison, who needed a clear set of rules to follow and instant community to get back on their feet and stay there.
But I have to say, personally, I feel like the view on life and the world itself is extremely Nihilistic. It reminds me of the Slave-Morality by … Nietzsche, I think. We suffer now, for a reward later — they torment us now, but will be punished in death. (Extremely simplified, it’s overall fascinating though.)
Just make it to the new world, just stay in the religion so you won’t be destroyed in Armageddon — Don’t by any means think of leaving! This world will be destroyed regardless and you can’t do anything to help people, except to try and bring them onto the ark of faith by preaching.
I never got a feeling of awe, that would bring me to tears at the thought of Jesus' sacrifice or Jehovah’s might. It just felt very… sanitized? Very theoretical, like a lesson at school, where you just sit down and listen. The world is bad and you should distrust everyone, because the devil could be behind a friendly face to tempt you. It felt like I was the opposite of prepared for life, when I got my first job and started Uni — the biggest stumbling block was people being nice, without expecting anything in return.
The only times I got emotional was during some videos where people talked about their terrible experiences — because of empathy. Because it physically pained me to hear what they went through.
The only times I really felt that feeling of “transcendence” was when I was feeding the homeless, but that’s not something that counts as “helping people” if you go by the convention and congregation speeches.
And as a woman, I can’t really do much more than prove my faith to the congregation through the ministry anyways (and I had to stop it so often, because of my panic attacks and sensory issues — mostly by sunlight and sounds).
The fear of how the love of your family, your own parents, won’t be enough to choose you over the organization didn’t exactly help, even when I was mentally in. It’s conditional to the faith, I know. I still hope I can speak to them about my issues…
They aren’t bad people, but you can never be sure, if they love their faith more than you… because it’s tied to this extreme fear factor of not surviving Armageddon.
And it tears at you even while you’re mentally in the religion — Emotional bonds are very shallow. Friendships are encouraged to be mainly, because you share the same faith.
How many connections are real and who will just shun you the moment you slack off or leave, because they won’t choose you?
Not just that, but I just wasn’t able to connect with people as deeply as outside the congregation. Most congregations had people decades older than me, which meant we didn’t have much in common. The age difference was just too big to actually have shared life experiences.
Paradise, the new world… in comparison to the loneliness that ate me up inside, just seemed like an invitation to end it, leave the “bad, devilish world” behind without the pressure on my shoulders, I felt like I couldn’t carry any longer.
I made plans when I would be alone, thought it through, wished to be the victim after someone wrote a threat on the walls in the school toilets.
Maybe it was just better to wake up in the new world? Jehovah knew my suffering… maybe he would forgive me…
It was terrible and it comes back periodically when I’m feeling down. Martial Arts has helped me vent my frustrations and anger in a controlled way, but I still find myself staring at the wall for hours, not being able to sleep in a way that feels like I’m actually recovering from the day.
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I saw in previous posts that those feelings seem normal in the exJW community. So I felt like I could open up about it as well…
I actually remember multiple people in different congregations who took their lives… I only know the reason for one brother… but it stuck with me regardless.