Day 124

Confession: When I was a young child I went through a “possession”. I laid in bed fighting between strangling myself and singing Jesus Loves Me.

I was prayed over—speaking in tongues. I also prayed. God revealed a message to me in my wallpaper. I had won that battle over evil, or so I was told. The experience was romanticized until my breakdowns became inconvenient.

I was later diagnosed with stress-induced hallucinations after bringing myself to a mental health clinic to be tested for schizophrenia.
I haven’t experienced them since separating from the cult.