Yep. You can't get off drugs without Jesus's help. Drugs open portals for actual demonic attachment in my experience. Whenever I ran out of benzos or amphetamines, I would notice I'd wake up and my entire condo would suddenly seem extremely haunted and creepy.

I could also hear the wind blowing exceptionally loudly too as if a storm was brewing. For a few moments I'd lay there taking in all the stimuli and wondering whether this stuff was always happening and I just didn't notice when I was high, or if my mind was creating this stuff and it didn't actually exist.

And then I'd sit up, grab my laptop from the bedside table with 6 pre cut lines of smack & oxy, run my nose across each one, and sit back and close my eyes as the wind began to quickly subside and the ghosts began to fade away from my surroundings. I'll never forget wondering if they were real and were watching me to make sure I never tried to stop.