Lídia: ‘Just leave, get out! I can’t take this anymore.’ These were my last words to my husband. My words had inflicted more pain than anything I had ever done. He got up, took his things, and left. As he closed the door, I broke down in tears, regretting every word that I had said, […]
I suffered from spiritual attacks where, during the night, I would feel my body being touched and I would see my bed covers move away from my body. But the problems didn’t stop here; I would also hear voices – even though I didn’t take drugs.