being jw

I really hated myself. that is what it is all about. make you feel so guilty, that you must power on no matter what, come hell or highwater, and in my case through jagged rocks and nails and screws and shattered glass, and poison, on my handsand knees in the crawl space under my home, i found coffins and bodied in the back yard rolled up inside a rug which me and my husband immeadiately reburied and kept our mouths about it shut. the owner he got the house from told him we live on an indian sacred burial ground ok, the inidans did not bury people in coffins or rugs. his wife is from fiji. voodoo headhunting tribe. muti-millionaires with nothing better to do than sacrifice homeless people with no relatives or friends. but, no matter what they did, they cold not kill me, well actually they did kill me, but i would instantly rise up pull myself together, and tell them, that was so stupid you know i cannot die.of course i knew i did that but i had no memory, but they were so incredulous that for fun they did it almost every night, and i always knew when it was going on, and i would just pray long and hard.finally they gave up. with only my husband left, no one is after me any more, and he seems disinterested finally. oh life. I am the bride, and these things happened to me, I do not hate myself. i respect my own person.Have some respect for yourself, you are Jehovah gods daughter. Jesus was right and i became strong again.