I was raised as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. My parents had a turbulent trip in that organization - Mom converted young, when I was a toddler, Dad was eventually baptized but later disfellowshipped, reinstated then DF'ed again - we moved across several states and congregations, they divorced - I have to give the JWs credit for being present, supportive, loving and the only constant in our lives throughout those years.
By the time I was 18, I was inactive as a JW, no longer living a moral lifestyle and largely agnostic. I moved around, "tried different things," and maybe once a year vaguely considered going back to the org.
I met my husband when I was 23, and we married a year later. From that point on, I would sporadically revisit the idea of Christianity, would attend a rare service here and there (mainline Protestant churches. An Episcopalian service, a Presbyterian.) I was thinking of the Church in terms of lifestyle and community, not faith or worship.
A year ago things got more intense. My husband and I had 3 children, and I became conscious of the fact that there was a gaping hole somewhere... in my chest, a desire for purpose, a clear recognition that despite the secular, casually negative towards Christian beliefs waters I had been swimming in, I wanted to truly believe in Christ, and worship God. I was thinking wholly in Protestant terms, and prayed, and visited some more churches. It felt like church shopping though, and that just couldn't be right. At that point I recognized that picking through churches till I found one that fit all of my preconceptions was doing just what every other cafeteria Christian does, and it was never supposed to be easy.
I read some softer "manosphere" stuff, and some Christian oriented manosphere blogs. We had already made great progress in our marriage by discarding essentially the last 60 years of male-female and marriage oriented thought and advice, and so I was looking to find out which churches those folks attended. One blogger in particular had hit on some things that affected me, and it turns out he was Orthodox (after making his own journey.) So I started reading on Journey to Orthodoxy... it was all at once deeply alien and massively appealing.
All of those church shopping list bullet points that I had been working with suddenly seemed much less important. They weren't wrong, exactly, just a much smaller piece of a tapestry and I began to understand was the "fullness of the faith." There was the understanding that all of the history of the Reformation that I had been taught was just not applicable to Orthodoxy - that was shockingly painless, walking away from being so certain of Protestantism. Too much and too many things to list here, as they are discussed all over the forum.
Anyway, I inquired on Journey to Orthodoxy. Fr. John Peck answered and referred me to a parish in my city. I went, the priest was uncannily on point as far as addressing my particular snarls and issues, and after 3 months of being an inquirer he accepted that I am serious
, let me know he requires at least a year as a catechumen, and so now I am one! God sent me there. It feels a bit arrogant and absurd to say, but there is really no other explanation. I am very thankful, and have a long way to goo.