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Originally Posted by DespondentSoul
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
My family and I flew from Georgia to Ohio late last week. We went to Akron, to visit Ernest Angley at his home Church, GRACE CATHEDRAL. God instructed us to do so. God did not say precisely what would happen on Friday night, but the assumption was that I could finally be healed of Obsessive-compulsive disorder. This illness has ruined my life and all chances of happiness. I cannot express this enough. The pain I have gone through is Hellacious. I know what suffering is like...and I no longer take for granted the fact that I was once normal like everyone else. I always felt free up until the age of 20...I am 28 now. Around the age of 20 is when the OCD got really harsh. It is getting worse now, after I was slain in the spirit by God- byt the holy ghost, through the hand of Reverend Ernest Angley. I thought I was free. I truly truly believed I was healed. Apparently, I was wrong. Saturday and Sunday were both pleasant. But as soon as Sunday was gone, I began feeling anxious once again. I have been taking approximately five to seven baths every single day due to my fears of mayonnaise, garbage, dirt, germs, and other things. My skin around my stomach is dry and cracking- it hurts. My stretchmarks (sorry to be so graphic) are red hot and hurt, as if I have been cut there. I keep bathing to reduce my anxiety, but my skin is being damaged. I wash my hands more than 75 times a day. My OCD hasn't been this severe. And just three days ago, I was supposedly healed by God. Of course my faith is suffering. What would you do if You were me? And yes, I have been praying and taking my medicines...even though I believed I was healed. I am so lonely. I long to have a girlfriend. But who would accept me as I am now, with all these phobias and eccentricities? Hope is dying for me. My optimism is failing. I am getting despondent once again, after the Lord supposedly delivered me from despair. I was told that the devil might trick me into believing I am still sick- but this is not a trick, it is the real sickness coming back. I still have these phobias. I am even thinking about hurting myself. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. When does it end. When can I have just a normal life. When can I find love again. I am in darkness. Please pray for me. This is not at all what I expected! I figured that I was not completely out of the woods even though God had healed me- after all, Rome wasn't built in a day. But this is not meant to be. I shouldn't still be hurting so badly. |