I've seen a lot of horrible shit. Pretty sure I'll be fine. It turned me in to an alcoholic, for a while. But I stared in to the abyss. I really did. In fact, me coming face to face with real, 100% true metaphysical evil is what what cemented my faith in Christ. If Satan is real, if demons are real, as I've seen them while astral projecting: then that means God is real, too. Then I picked up my Bible, put on the armor, and now spend most of my time preparing. I don't really care much to achieve or do anything in this life, but help spread the word. I'll have the rest of eternity to live out my hopes and dreams— a little bit of temporary suffering isn't going to bother me.