Last time I checked, it wasn’t socially rewarded to be TOO proud of one’s own achievements, but I do feel proud of healing mental illness. I feel like, no matter what I say, some people will tell themselves the medicine magically makes me better. I mentioned this in another article, but that medicine never took the voices away.

The demonic voices ceased when I recognized what they were. I saw through them and they lost their power. I want to add here that, for some, the medication does take the voices away which is great for them.

What the medication may have done is help me suppress my rage. While I was renting a room from my brother and working at a job near his house, I worked with some people who really pissed me off. But I never expressed it or felt too bothered until I decided to go off my medication. Now, I have resolved the rage/anger I had towards people, so that is not a danger…

No matter what happens, I know I am done being mean.

I once read about some Native American beliefs about psychosis, and they basically believed it to be spiritual in nature. I wouldn’t say that all mental illness is demonic, even though it could be true. I just know that the mental illness symptoms I experienced were from a demonic source because the voices proved they are real.

They made noises and once ripped my drawing off the wall repeatedly. They could cause very unpleasant odors that were witnessed by others around me. Demons can cause horrible physical symptoms like goo that filled up my eyes and blinded me and caused massive discomfort and waking up to my eyes glued shut.

I also had about 5-6 tumors the size of walnuts or so (I don’t want to tell you where they were, which tells you where they were), that disappeared after a few days. I would not have even considered going to the doctor then, because I believed I was dying. Demonic trickery ranges from, “Hey Chelsea, we could make you famous” to “Screw you, Queen Bitch” and similar strangeness.

If you believe I’m simply a mad woman for believing the voices to be demons, that’s your prerogative. But the fact remains that I was once tormented by voices (whatever their source) and found a way to get rid of them after a couple years of unsuccessful treatment by meds. And that’s a damn miracle, thank you very much!

I also once had general anxiety disorder. I felt constantly anxious and it was the first and last feeling of each day for me, from about age five or six onward. I believe this was due to switching to public school. It was far more kids, so it was far more chaotic energetically and the switch was traumatizing for little me. That feeling of constant anxiety is gone.

Another thing I healed was my eye sight. It started to fail when I was 28. I had to squint to read signs when I was out, and had to zoom in on my Word documents while working as a freelance writer. I started to consider glasses, but I remembered hearing that they cause your eye muscles to atrophy, which I didn’t like. Fact checking that now and Chat gpt says it’s not true, so take it with a grain of salt?

Anyway, I decided to try to “manifest” healing my eyesight. Every once in a while, I set intentions like that. Now my eyesight seems close to 2020 (I tested it out against a coworker who went to test and got 20/20 vision, and we could read text from about the same distance with his being slightly better). I just know I never have to squint to read and don’t have to magnify text to make it legible anymore.

I believe in miracles and healing, because I’ve experienced and witnessed enough to be a believer. I have also healed a spider phobia with God’s help. Basically, he started making a lot of them appear around me at a time when I was drawing demons that were scarier than spiders to scare myself and make regular spiders seem okay in comparison. It worked!

In jail, I kept seeing spiders and told myself/God, “I’ll be fine as long as one doesn’t appear on me or near my face…”
The next day, I felt a tickle on my arm and looked down to see a medium-sized brown spider on its back wiggling his legs at me. I jumped up and swatted him off me and he parachuted down and marched toward me, then changed his mind and walked away.

The day after that, I kid you not, I was bending down to rinse my mouth out after brushing my teeth and there was a tiny white spider about a foot away from my face. I can’t believe in coincidences, when reality gets that specific and pointed with me, and it happens over and over…