Dearest Imagican, nice to meet you, first of all.
I can understand what you're saying however, I don't believe my PTSD has anything to do with demonic activity. I was abused, abandoned, neglected and many other things that I won't name on here. An unclean spirit entered a friend and he killed five of my best friends and himself. Are you saying that I need an exorcist because of what others have done to me? Are you saying that people threw their demons at me and that I'm possessed by those demons until exorcised?
I'm really curious to know your reaction. Heather
First of all, please accept my deepest sympathy for what you have suffered. I can truly say I suffer with you, as my own demon-possessed mother, who had worked the Ouija board when I was 11, not only threw me down the stairs in my teens numerous times; many times chased me and my younger sister into the bathroom with a butcher knife and pounded the locked door with a knife; threatened to stab me in the middle of the night so I slept with the dresser in front of the door, then one night when I was 16, she wasn't home, and I locked the doors and went to sleep--without the dresser in front of the door.
I awakened to find a knife-wielding stranger in my room. I screamed, and my dog, which was sleeping at the end of my bed, snarled and lunged for the guy, growling and keeping her body between us the entire time he was there. From the things he said, it was obvious my own mother had hired him. A voice inside (I know it was the Lord) told me to stay calm and agree with everything he said. I did that, and finally told him he'd better leave, as my dog was going to bite him. He left, and I stayed up all night and cried, afraid to call police as I didn't know where my mother was. As a result of all of this trauma, I developed what the world now calls "binge-eating disorder." I did not have a "chemical imbalance," but I was certainly emotionally disturbed. I remember crying and shoving food in my mouth, desperate to kill the pain I was in.
I met the Lord a year later, when I was 17, when someone challenged me to read the book of John. I read that, then the other Gospels, and began to believe. I obtained a GED (I had suffered so greatly I had to drop out of school) and left for college. But I suppose the world would say I had PTSD. Aside from going to classes, I still hid in my room, as that was the only life I'd known the previous years. I was afraid to go anywhere, as I'd been in my teens--and I still binge-ate. Food was my "drug of choice" to kill my emotional pain.
But our Lord is SO MERCIFUL. He meets us where we are. One night, in summer 1973, I was going to college, when my childhood dog died. She was all I had left, and I was devastated. I was mourning over early childhood albums, wanting my old mother back, the mother I had known and loved before she worked the Ouija board. I thought Jesus was so busy running the world and universe that He probably checked in on me once in a while, when I had an awesome amazing dream. I posted it on my Google Plus page, if you're interested in reading it. I believe you'll be blessed by it, as you too have suffered at the hands of Satan as I have.
If you go to Google Plus, it's the "Karen Reid" with 27 followers. Scroll down 7 posts on the right. I had originally posted it with the Selah song, "Before the Throne of God Above," but recently a disgruntled follower of John MacArthur (who despises, mocks and scoffs dreams of Jesus) had the song deleted. He can't delete my post of my testimony however, and others have been blessed by it, and I'm praying as I post this that you'll be blessed as well. It has taken me a lifetime to heal from those horrifying experiences, so be patient with yourself. Stay in the Word and let the Lord lead you to the Scriptures He wants you to hear and be healed and strengthened by. God bless you.
