Five years ago, I would have laughed in someone’s face if they had said that I would eventually believe in spiritual possession. I grew up in a well-educated, contemporary household. I was known for being grounded, I had a lovely husband, and my career was steady. But as my life began to fall apart for reasons I couldn’t explain, everything changed. Little things were the first. I started zoning out during meetings, forgetting basic duties, and missing deadlines. I initially attributed it to stress. Then the anger struck.
Uncontrolled, sporadic outbursts of rage, primarily aimed at my spouse. With no proof, I accused him of cheating. I once smacked a coworker during a heated argument at work because I was envious of my own buddies. God bless my spouse, who made an effort to be understanding. I followed his advice to get treatment. However, no amount of therapy could address the reasons I continued hearing voices calling my name when I was by myself or why I would wake up yelling in the middle of the night…. CONTINUE READING