It was fall, in November 2019.
I had just lost my best friend who passed away. The schizophrenia was going haywire at this point. It was showing no signs of ceasing it’s attacks.
It was very difficult because it was loud and purposely obnoxious.
I had to fight the schizophrenia off of me to find or feel a glimpse of silence. The schizophrenia was very hellish. It would do its best to frighten me into the idea that I couldn’t sleep at night and that the only alternative was self harm.
It was a brutal process.
It was like having a demon come into your life, ransack your home, steal your peace of mind then criticize what you have as obnoxious attacking points.
Looking back now it is quite comical. But it was still difficult.
I remember wants to pray or to say a prayer in my mind. And the schizophrenia would try to interrupt the prayer and or would try to add to ending with a false stance attached to the true verse.
It felt never ending.
But one morning I decided to pull into a church parking lot. I sat there for 30-45 minutes that morning just listening to music and it was peaceful.
After this event, I started calling churches healing grounds. I would go to a church near me and park if I needed healing.
As a result, my life started to improve and I ended up finding God to save my soul.
Almighty Jesus 
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