According to twi, emotions have no value....  Oh, how many horrible times I was told this lie!  Told to renew my mind and control my thinking...  and as a woman, it was shoved down my throat that I was supposed to be especially careful since all women are run by their emotions.  And since I was "raised in the Word" from my formative years, I bought the whole thing and believed in it wholeheartedly. 
I turned myself into the good little sweet submissive woman they wanted.  I discounted any emotion that was contrary to twi doctrine...  I sold my soul to those devils.  I turned my heart into a stone.  I stopped caring about the people around me who cared the most for me (my family), I put them aside so that I could better serve God and His Word and His MINISTRY.  What a bunch of crap.  Whenever I was attacked by WC, I would just sit there silently taking the abuse.  Stonefaced.  Emotionless. 
Now that I think about it, it was probably a coping mechanism against the abuse, to make it stop faster.  Because if you said anything back in argument, the abuse just got worse.  I remember at one point being told that if I ever wasn't completely open and honest again with a WC minister, that I would be facing spiritual death!  (This was over a mistake during set up for a class where I tried to cover my foot when I damaged a piece of posterboard.)  I was so terrified of "spiritual death" (I never have quite figured out WHAT exactly spiritual death is, but it sounded like the worst possible thing I could have happen) that I sat in the back of the room with the hair on my arms standing up, shaking with literal terror....  I think about that now and I am sickened by my lack of self respect.  Later that day, another believer came up to me who had overheard what had happened.  He asked me if I knew what would happen to me if I left twi.  He told me that I would turn to witchcraft and become a lesbian   .  That my mind would become a terrible affront to God.  He asked me what I would do if I left...  I told him that I would get my hands on a bunch of sleeping pills, drive out to the middle of nowhere where no one would find me and commit suicide to keep those things from happening to me, because I could not handle being such an affront to God. 
Suicide?  It seemed more logical to me at the time than living outside the walls of "Zion"...  I wasn't even WC.  I was just a stupid 20-something  girl who had cut herself off from her family (who was Mark and Avoid) so that she could serve God.  And if I couldn't do that, I would kill myself.  
Well, I made it out with the help of my husband and my family.  I am not practicing witchcraft (but I don't think there is anything wrong with Wicca) and I am not a lesbian.  I am happy.  I cry , I laugh, I love, I get mad sometimes and yell.  I even throw fits and stomp my feet when I get mad sometimes like a little kid.  I am learning to fully experience my emotions and put value on them.  And I don't consider suicide any sort of logical solution for any problem, but to think of those times now makes my blood run cold.   
Why did I even want to be a part of something so cold, horrible, and uncaring???