Now, before I begin this story, I want to make it clear with two things. One: I have not had a difficult life, or at least my life has never been bad to a point where I have wanted to commit suicide. Two: Possession is a complicated thing. For those of you who have seen the movie "Exorcism of Emily Rose", Emily Rose was full-blow possessed.
There is such thing as being aware there is something trying to take over your mind and body, and you not being BIG TIME possessed.
Just a few months back, my day wasn't going as good as planned. I was kind of emotional, but now I realize it was just because I didn't get my way. So, after a difficult day, I laid up in my room and sat, thinking it through, and I found myself getting incredibly sad and crying over it.
Sooner or later, I was laying there, tired, and thinking to myself as I sort of drifted - "Why don't I just die right here?! Just die... Just die... Just die..." and I started to drift off. Then, I started thinking WHATS GOING ON WITH ME! But I kept going... So, my mind took over and I believe, which I actually just thought of, God did for me, to help in the battle, and I startled up and I was scared, because I nearly let go of that rock as I was dangling off the cliff.
What I am trying to say is... That I felt something in me, and it was evil. What else would tell me to die? Over NOTHING!?! I have experienced possession, it is a complicated thing to explain, but if anyone can relate to me, please step forward. It'd make me feel safer. If anyone wants me to explain further, please let me know.
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