It was a year ago. I went to the school's chapel and went to worship. Around 3 days before that I prayed to the Lord to help me stop committing sexual sins. I was a slave to sexual immorality. I decided that instead of just asking for forgiveness everyday after putting bad things before my eyes and touching my members, which are the members of Christ, that I would actually try to stop. I also learned of the verse in Matthew 12 and my friends and I talked about it. We concluded that God would still forgive someone even if they said something, cause if you are sorry, then why wouldnt God forgive you?
After three days I went into the chapel at school. It was a Wednesday. I went to the balcony and we began to sing. The song, Yes Lord Yes Lord Yes, Yes Lord was being sung. Then it happened. Horrible blasphemies came into my mind. Out of nowhere. I opened my mouth in shock. (There was a certain man sitting next to me who I mention futher) I ran out of the chapel and to my dorm. I crashed on the floor like the guy who ran to Jesus because of the demons and crashed to his knees before the Lord. I prayed to God in fear and trembling that he would take the evil spirit from me. I was afraid then and there that everyone on campus was saved except me. I took a shower and put worship music in the stereo. It was a struggle to worship in the shower. I was so afraid. I went downstairs and as I looked at all the other Christians on campus, I felt that I was left out. I knew I couldnt fight this problem by myself. (I usually like to do everything by myself) I told the campus pastor I would like to talk to him as soon as possible. He couldnt see me until Friday.
On Friday I confessed past sins, even the sin when I spoke blasphemies against Jesus in high school, a sin I have since forgotten as of now
. In high school I spoke against Jesus in frustration because I was giving into to sexual immorality. So then, since the other blasphemies were in my head I was really afraid. He told me that the armor of God has something called the helmet of salvation. Then I felt comforted. I began to pray a lot more. Every time I would have a bad thought.
Then new fears began. No longer was a fearing blasphemy, I began having other thoughts of testing, (thats how it felt when it happened) and a few nightmares. I kept praying. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. Then I feared that something might possess me. Once I conquered one fear another arose.
The pastor of the school sent me to the clinic of our school. I met a studying psychologist. After many talks he mentioned that I might have obsessive compulsive disorder because I prayed so much. I began researching. Ever since three days before it happened I was abstaining from sexual immorality. It was by no means easy. I turned on worship music from friends that they let me borrow at night. I griped my Bible and prayed that God would help me and that I could resist opening the internet on my computer.
I fell in love with my favorite music artist Jason Morant. He was my out. The out God supplies in troubles. He really is. Jason Morant, look him up. The album Abandon.
I researched OCD online. I amazed that I found so many other sufferers. I read and read and read. Chemical imbalance, serotonin uptake inhibitors I couldnt comprehend. I began reading scripture for help, a lot. (This is a something important as I will mention it again later) and one stood out to me the most:
2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. (KJV)
A sound mind? I knew right there that Gods word can not be broken. I had a sound mind but didnt feel that way at all.
I began researching more, visiting the pastor more, and the psychologist. The problem got worse. I began praying while walking and thinking horrible thoughts. You know how it is. I was scared everyday. Yet, all this went on while I was going to school, working, etc.
Then it got really bad. I really couldnt move and was doing so many compulsions that I was backtracking all day. I went to the pastor and he took me to the school nurse. Then the blasphemies filled my mind really bad. I was rocking and restraining from saying the wrong words. The nurse and the pastor recommended that I go to the hospital. Feelings of pride to say no, blasphemies I disagreed with, and heavy pressure was in my head until I said I would go. There was a little relief. An intrusive that happened outside the hospital on my way in with my friend and the pastor. I felt I had to do a compulsion. But they told me I didnt. They kept me in the hospital 3 days. I am telling you, this is the worse thing for people with OCD. You put an OCD person in the hospital and all they do is think about there OCD. I was the worst inside the hospital, but I think God wanted me in there to learn something. So I shouldnt get mad if He wanted me in there!
I was let out and was told to take fluoxetine. My friend found out about my OCD and helped me A LOT. He was like and angel disguised as my friend until he knew my problems. He helped me so much, the others did too.
Then I noticed that the blasphemy got worse when the side effects of the medicine kicked in. In other words, at some point in the day I got grumpy, and being grumpy with bad thoughts isnt fun. I stopped taking the pills without telling anybody. Then my friend found out. Then I kept running to him and my other friend to make sure I was still saved. I also kept running to Christ.
After five weeks I tried a new pill. I didnt like it. It was horrible. I felt drugged. I couldnt do it. I thought I had to swallow my pride and take the pill.
Now for the real help. I remembered that my pastor mentioned generational sin and inheritance. I sought help online about generational sins. I said a very special prayer that helped me so much. It was asking for forgiveness for the sins of my family and myself, especially the ones that were similar: sexual immorality. I was still abstaining from my own lust but I never prayed for freedom from generational bondage. I used this website and began reading on spiritual warefare:
sw-mins.org
Then I realized the demon in my life. The demon of OCD. I told my friends. They didnt necessarily believe me but they also considered. I began to read about spiritual warefare on that website. I also met a friend with the same problem I had, then I saw that he too was doing certain sins he shouldnt be doing. I no longer thought the chemical imbalance was necessarily something causeed on its own. How could I get OCD in a day? The day it happened? The day in the chapel?
Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
I compared it to the unwanted thoughts. Inrusive? Thats not me, thats my ocd? What is it, if it is not me? The nightmares, the testing, it made sense to me. There were no examples of mental illness in the Bible for me to see. Jesus casted out demons. Pauls thorn, the king who found relief when David played the harp, the man who cut himself and crashed at Jesus feet. There was something I didnt know. Why did this happen after I gave up sexual immorality? I kept thinking that if I went back I would get better because early on, thats what the demon wanted. I never agreed with that notion
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Then this is what really taught me something, the man who was sitting next to me that day in chapel it started had the same problem for the last 20 years. I found out this from my friend who had the same problem. He spoke to him. Then I was certain there was a spiritual awareness that is lacking among Christians. This guy has a problem for 20 years sits next to me in chapel, then I get it? I dont think it is his fault or maybe my current demon learned something new to torture me with instead of lust.
The symptoms of spiritual warfare were the same as my problem: reading scripture, unwanted thoughts, etc.
After saying the generational bondage prayers God really helped me. I was doing really good. However, over Christmas I suffered, until I got back to school and found scripture in first John:
1 John 1:7-9
5This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. 6If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. 7But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
8If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 9If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 10If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.
All sin? All unrighteousness? Wow. Why then do I fear?
After three days I went into the chapel at school. It was a Wednesday. I went to the balcony and we began to sing. The song, Yes Lord Yes Lord Yes, Yes Lord was being sung. Then it happened. Horrible blasphemies came into my mind. Out of nowhere. I opened my mouth in shock. (There was a certain man sitting next to me who I mention futher) I ran out of the chapel and to my dorm. I crashed on the floor like the guy who ran to Jesus because of the demons and crashed to his knees before the Lord. I prayed to God in fear and trembling that he would take the evil spirit from me. I was afraid then and there that everyone on campus was saved except me. I took a shower and put worship music in the stereo. It was a struggle to worship in the shower. I was so afraid. I went downstairs and as I looked at all the other Christians on campus, I felt that I was left out. I knew I couldnt fight this problem by myself. (I usually like to do everything by myself) I told the campus pastor I would like to talk to him as soon as possible. He couldnt see me until Friday.
On Friday I confessed past sins, even the sin when I spoke blasphemies against Jesus in high school, a sin I have since forgotten as of now
Then new fears began. No longer was a fearing blasphemy, I began having other thoughts of testing, (thats how it felt when it happened) and a few nightmares. I kept praying. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. Then I feared that something might possess me. Once I conquered one fear another arose.
The pastor of the school sent me to the clinic of our school. I met a studying psychologist. After many talks he mentioned that I might have obsessive compulsive disorder because I prayed so much. I began researching. Ever since three days before it happened I was abstaining from sexual immorality. It was by no means easy. I turned on worship music from friends that they let me borrow at night. I griped my Bible and prayed that God would help me and that I could resist opening the internet on my computer.
I fell in love with my favorite music artist Jason Morant. He was my out. The out God supplies in troubles. He really is. Jason Morant, look him up. The album Abandon.
I researched OCD online. I amazed that I found so many other sufferers. I read and read and read. Chemical imbalance, serotonin uptake inhibitors I couldnt comprehend. I began reading scripture for help, a lot. (This is a something important as I will mention it again later) and one stood out to me the most:
2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. (KJV)
A sound mind? I knew right there that Gods word can not be broken. I had a sound mind but didnt feel that way at all.
I began researching more, visiting the pastor more, and the psychologist. The problem got worse. I began praying while walking and thinking horrible thoughts. You know how it is. I was scared everyday. Yet, all this went on while I was going to school, working, etc.
Then it got really bad. I really couldnt move and was doing so many compulsions that I was backtracking all day. I went to the pastor and he took me to the school nurse. Then the blasphemies filled my mind really bad. I was rocking and restraining from saying the wrong words. The nurse and the pastor recommended that I go to the hospital. Feelings of pride to say no, blasphemies I disagreed with, and heavy pressure was in my head until I said I would go. There was a little relief. An intrusive that happened outside the hospital on my way in with my friend and the pastor. I felt I had to do a compulsion. But they told me I didnt. They kept me in the hospital 3 days. I am telling you, this is the worse thing for people with OCD. You put an OCD person in the hospital and all they do is think about there OCD. I was the worst inside the hospital, but I think God wanted me in there to learn something. So I shouldnt get mad if He wanted me in there!
I was let out and was told to take fluoxetine. My friend found out about my OCD and helped me A LOT. He was like and angel disguised as my friend until he knew my problems. He helped me so much, the others did too.
Then I noticed that the blasphemy got worse when the side effects of the medicine kicked in. In other words, at some point in the day I got grumpy, and being grumpy with bad thoughts isnt fun. I stopped taking the pills without telling anybody. Then my friend found out. Then I kept running to him and my other friend to make sure I was still saved. I also kept running to Christ.
After five weeks I tried a new pill. I didnt like it. It was horrible. I felt drugged. I couldnt do it. I thought I had to swallow my pride and take the pill.
Now for the real help. I remembered that my pastor mentioned generational sin and inheritance. I sought help online about generational sins. I said a very special prayer that helped me so much. It was asking for forgiveness for the sins of my family and myself, especially the ones that were similar: sexual immorality. I was still abstaining from my own lust but I never prayed for freedom from generational bondage. I used this website and began reading on spiritual warefare:
sw-mins.org
Then I realized the demon in my life. The demon of OCD. I told my friends. They didnt necessarily believe me but they also considered. I began to read about spiritual warefare on that website. I also met a friend with the same problem I had, then I saw that he too was doing certain sins he shouldnt be doing. I no longer thought the chemical imbalance was necessarily something causeed on its own. How could I get OCD in a day? The day it happened? The day in the chapel?
Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
I compared it to the unwanted thoughts. Inrusive? Thats not me, thats my ocd? What is it, if it is not me? The nightmares, the testing, it made sense to me. There were no examples of mental illness in the Bible for me to see. Jesus casted out demons. Pauls thorn, the king who found relief when David played the harp, the man who cut himself and crashed at Jesus feet. There was something I didnt know. Why did this happen after I gave up sexual immorality? I kept thinking that if I went back I would get better because early on, thats what the demon wanted. I never agreed with that notion
Then this is what really taught me something, the man who was sitting next to me that day in chapel it started had the same problem for the last 20 years. I found out this from my friend who had the same problem. He spoke to him. Then I was certain there was a spiritual awareness that is lacking among Christians. This guy has a problem for 20 years sits next to me in chapel, then I get it? I dont think it is his fault or maybe my current demon learned something new to torture me with instead of lust.
The symptoms of spiritual warfare were the same as my problem: reading scripture, unwanted thoughts, etc.
After saying the generational bondage prayers God really helped me. I was doing really good. However, over Christmas I suffered, until I got back to school and found scripture in first John:
1 John 1:7-9
5This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. 6If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. 7But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
8If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 9If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 10If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives.
All sin? All unrighteousness? Wow. Why then do I fear?