A letter to the active JW's on here:
I know my blog may be scary, but let me state that I am not disfellowshipped. I am however no longer one of Jehovah's Witnesses, I just never sent the letter for my own personal reasons. I am not an evil worldly person, I'm merely a 25 year old woman who works as a cashier at a grocery store. I have a little apartment with my golden retriever mix. I just wanted to write a simple letter to the JW's on here, and maybe shed some light, without bias or converting or any of that, as to my life as a witness.
I was raised as a witness to start. I grew up with two witness parents who were very great and tried their best to provide me with a good home. I had a good, relatively uneventful childhood.
I was baptized at 16. Due to an elder that eventually lost his privileges, I was not allowed to officially be counted as a pioneer until I was 20, even though for 4 years I held 75-100 hours every month in the ministry, conducted studies and numerous RVs, cleaned the hall on the weekends, worked part time and supported the 5am service group 6 days a week.
Eventually I became a pioneer in the foreign language congregation. I was one of the few who saw that simple group become an established congregation. We used to conduct meetings in the small backroom while the English speaking congregation held their meetings in the large auditorium. I was proud to support that small group and see it become its own congregation.
I switched jobs and worked full time as an overnight stocker. I was exhausted, stressed out from work and still putting in the hours to maintain my pioneering. I was studying Russian everyday, translating, preparing demos, writing out comments in Russian and attending English, Russian and Spanish meetings, which the Russian meetings I will note were over an hour away from my home in downtown at night. I attended all three, as my father was in the English congregation, my mother preferred and understood Spanish better but my publisher card was in the Russian cong. I would attend three TMS meetings a week and two WT meetings on the weekend. I was going out in service in Russian, English and Spanish. I was a en exemplary pioneer. I was even talked to pn occasion by the CO and my local elders as possibly attending Bethel and submitting an application which I eventually did. I was best friends with many exemplary pioneers, basically I was in the middle of it all.
I felt like I had it all.
Yet, at 22 I left.
I have many reasons why I left. I was very inquisitive, perhaps too inquisitive to be a witness. I questioned too much, thought too much, researched too much.
If you are an active JW I commend you for your dedication to one thing so closely. If you are considering baptism please do your research. Listen to your gut. Ask questions. This is your life we're talking about, you have questions that need to be answered. Ask the elders, ask on here to safe and trusted blogs. Look up information from many sources, not just one. Always check your facts.
Whatever you decide, be well and be safe. My ask is always open to genuine people. I will not bite or criticize. I will not persuade or convert.
Just please be careful and make the best informed decision you can.
Love, your former sister.
I bet you’re not religious at all now, probably meaning that your issue was more with God then a whole religious group as one. Think about it… are you Protestant Christian now? Catholic? How about Muslim? I bet your just some basic person now just living in the now still hating your existence but hey you’re alive right… 🤡 well good for you. Enjoy it . Peace ✌️
I'm pleased to see your vocabulary has improved beyond curses such as fuck, bitch, ass and shit .
I applaud this character development.
So I made this post a few years back, and I NEVER noticed it got a reply on it until today as I'm going through my old blogs.
Anyway, I'm happy to say I am just a basic person living in the now. It's absolutely amazing and freeing.
My best to you, random Tumblr person.
