I already had panic attacks and PTSD from 25 years of abuse and didn't officially start to "wake up" until 2014. I'd heard of the Illuminati and secret societies, but always thought "finding out is going to trigger an attack, ignorance is bliss". Til one day I just decided to face my fear and dig. There were times my husband would beg me to stop going down rabbit holes because my panic attacks would go nonstop (1 lasted for a month after learning about AI all the evil they're doing with it). It took a few years, but after begging God to deliver me from those attacks, I rarely have them now and when things happen it's either not a surprise or I just say "Lord, I'm handing it to You" and move on.
Thanks for sharing your story, Fren. I remember when I was living in Colorado, watching TV one night, and one of those "you may be entitled to compensation from the Catholic Church" commercials came on. I broke down and whimpered like a baby. I thought I had put that to bed for good, but then Father Greene came back to me in my dreams, that smile and the fucking cigarette smoke. Oh well. I hope you can conquer your demons once and for all. Good luck on your continued journey.
I already had panic attacks and PTSD from 25 years of abuse and didn't officially start to "wake up" until 2014. I'd heard of the Illuminati and secret societies, but always thought "finding out is going to trigger an attack, ignorance is bliss". Til one day I just decided to face my fear and dig. There were times my husband would beg me to stop going down rabbit holes because my panic attacks would go nonstop (1 lasted for a month after learning about AI all the evil they're doing with it). It took a few years, but after begging God to deliver me from those attacks, I rarely have them now and when things happen it's either not a surprise or I just say "Lord, I'm handing it to You" and move on.
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Thanks for sharing your story, Fren. I remember when I was living in Colorado, watching TV one night, and one of those "you may be entitled to compensation from the Catholic Church" commercials came on. I broke down and whimpered like a baby. I thought I had put that to bed for good, but then Father Greene came back to me in my dreams, that smile and the fucking cigarette smoke. Oh well. I hope you can conquer your demons once and for all. Good luck on your continued journey.