Could you elaborate on the story of why you left please?
This is going to be a long story, but might also help address some of your other questions....
When I was very young I was brutally sexually abused by a teacher and ultimately I attacked back, hospitalizing him. This left much secret baggage on my young heart and I became sucicidally depressed by the first grade. In a way I hated the kids around me-- I viewed them as naive and incapable of understanding my reality. And there was no way I was going to trust an adult-- I thought they would kill me like I deserved. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.
The one person who was capable of understanding my pain was God. The Gospel was my lifeline, and the only way I made it through that tough time. When I was baptized at 8, I had a vibrant personal testimony of how Christ was a SAVIOR. I had become somewhat healed: the wounds were still there but they were bandaged and I could go about my life. Dating? Heck no!! I became extremely hostile at the lear suggestion and the scent of a hormonal guy. I would never forget that scent.
When I went away to college, I went AWAY- thousands of miles to get away from family drama. I was finally alone (yeah!), free from family/friend "baggage". "Baggage" = a support network of people you can talk to a least about the little things. I emotionally crashed straight into the ground. I HATED the undergrads around me, so obsessed with their naive stupid dating games and trying to be friends. The Kiera Knightly "Pride and Prejudice" movie had just came out, and it was a raving fad- and I had to hear about "Mr. Darcy" one more time.... I told them Mr. Darcy was a liar and would stab them through, but no one believed me, and thought I was sick. Sigh, such naive fools divorced from reality.
(Note: in case it's not obvious I'm writing from that old clouded perspective in this post, to show the mindset).
Now, what does this have to do with Church? I was at BYU-Idaho, hating my life. I hated the obsession with dating. I hated the fact that people kept smiling and be to be nice to me. I hated the fact that no one would curse me out and be "real". I hated the fact that they hid their own wounds (I was really good a recognizing such deception). I hated their (what I viewed as) shallow testimonies.
To further complicate things, at BYU-Idaho, church/school/culture very much blend together. So I hated them too. I hated all of the stupid non-Gospel rules that are unique to BYU-Idaho quirks, but they tried to use the Gospel to defend it. I hated how people would falsely use the Gospel to defend their own obsession with "Mr. Darcy". No one understood reality, no one was real, no one understood me. All they did all day long was lie with smiles. Church authorities were teachers- heck no way I was going to trust a teacher again! I just wanted to be left alone...
It became very hard to separate the Gospel from culture-quirks from my depression. I despised the culture, the non-Gospel rules, the extravert-ness of it all. Church meetings became so painful I gradually stopped going and became hostile to the prospect. I left BYU-Idaho to save myself from suicidal depression. Did I have a plan? Nope. And so I promptly got berated by my entire family, whom viewed my leaving as me BYU-Idaho as abandoning the Gospel, any college dreams, and any hope of marriage. They did not understand. And heck no, there's no way I was going back to church!
So yeah, that's the story of why I left.
Epilogue to the story: therapy is amazing. God has had my back to much: directly, and indirectly through the use of other humans (therapist, friends, my now husband etc). I am now fully healed. This story is the past, and bears so pain for me to speak of what once was. I am completely honest with who I am, where I've been, and where I am today: in the arms of God.
And note: BYU-Idaho was a poor choice of school for me, but what happened was not their fault. There were many resources I could have taken advantage of and people I could have talked to, but my depression-clouded self shut them all out. I know many people who have had a fabulous time at BYU-Idaho and even suggested it to some people.