I just read your first post,
@Can't think of a name. Do you get drunk, or do you control your drinking so that you don't get drunk? I suggest that you seek Christian psychological help to find out the source of your pain, urges, and paranoia. It might have been some event in your childhood. Perhaps, a Christian psychiatric hospital like Pine Rest Christian Health in Grand Rapids could help you. Then, express your honest feelings to God. Just a suggestion.
Hi Bruce, how's your day today?
Well, I don't drink so much I blackout or fall about the place. But it's complicated by the fact I use marijuana because that tends to have the effect of to some extent cancelling out the feeling of being drunk, in that it makes me more awake. I drink to smoke pot because I like the feeling it gives me minus the paranoia. But on the other hand I hate both drink and pot because it is sinful and I feel terrible when I am awake the next day. I only drink in the evenings and not during the day. So it's like I don't get drunk completely but I do get intoxicated.
Nothing happened to me as a child that was traumatic. I had a good family home. Around the age of 13 I rebelled somewhat and started using alcohol and weed. But it was just being a naughty kid, not because of any past hurts. Lots of people start using substances without previous traumas and then get addicted to the substance by itself.
By the time I was 16/17 the weed, which by that time was the skunk type I was using, started making me paranoid. I got more and more withdrawn, missed College classes to get high, and sunk deeper into my own little world. I used to go to the shed at the bottom of the garden to smoke with friends but I found myself going there more and more by myself when my friends weren't there just to get high. One day I was sitting in this shed and I felt a presence somewhere around me but I didn't see anything. I felt someone was watching or looking at me. Recently I had learnt that a small green fenced off area opposite my house was actually used as a burial site for victims of the medieval plague and the thought popped into my mind that maybe a ghost or something was watching me. It was just a silly passing thought but I had no knowledge of demons or anything like that so I just brushed it off. I was raised Roman Catholic and learnt nothing about demons. All I knew was the devil or Satan existed but not demons, for some reason. Yet when I was around 3 years of age a demon tried to scare me by emerging out of a picture of Jesus that was hanging on the wall in my Grandmother's house. She was Catholic and also "psychic". Her daughter, my Aunt, was into New Age stuff and that influenced me growing up through books she had. She also participated in seances as a medium. I was born with a birth mark on my body. None of my siblings or anybody in my entire family on both sides has any mental illness.
After a while of continuing to smoke pot and getting more withdrawn and paranoid I started experiencing odd coincidences that seemed to be self-referential. I would think about something or notice something and soon thereafter I would watch the News or see something on TV or in a magazine or book that would be about the same thought I had. I started getting multiple incidences like that and they came quick and fast, several times a day. It got to the stage where I thought people knew what I was thinking in my own head. Then it became persecution like. I thought people were ridiculing me based on what I was thinking and feeling. And finally, it turned into me thinking I was different to other people or special and within a short space of time I started to think I was God. I would do silly things like flick my hair up at the front when looking in the mirror and then the next day I would see that a movie or music video came out with famous people doing that exact same thing with their hair. It became things like that. I never experienced internal voices tormenting me or heard voices or anything like that. It was just paranoia and delusions of conceptual thought, and I never had any visual hallucinations. Eventually I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, dropped out of College and started seeing a psychiatrist. Strangely though, all the time I had gone through these things I always had a sense of my true self underneath all of it, so to speak. So I never behaved outwardly in any kind of odd way when I was around other people. I somehow knew that inside I was the same kid I was before any of these things started happening to me. I would go to see recruitment agency people who specialised in helping mentally ill people to get into work, I would see mental health doctors or psychologists etc. and they all said to me I seemed completely normal.
I went through 3 years of psychological therapy. They told me that they wouldn't be able to help me much because my main problem at that time was severe anxiety so we concentrated on trying to relieve anxiety most of all. I did Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. It helped me a tiny little bit, that was all. I was stuck in the house and didn't want to go out so they helped me start to get used to going outside again. I was also given medication which must have helped. I would come out of my therapy sessions feeling more "normal" but by the time I got home that positive mindset would go away until the next session of therapy. I also had people that would take me outside. I once again became comfortable going out and even would go into restaurants by myself to eat.
Just before the medication, I started getting more and more panic attacks. First they gave me valium because of an emergency I had which was a severe panic attack that almost killed me. I stopped smoking pot then and then transitioned to the medications. And around that same time I discovered a guru's teachings which I got into. So I would also practice meditation. I was on a quest to try to understand what was happening to me and why it seemed like sometimes I felt like I was God and other times there were times when people behaved normally. I couldn't quite understand that contradiction. I sought out psychics and had psychic readings. I thought that if anybody knew something about me it would be those types of people. I went on a huge big spiritual bender, bought loads of New Age type books and visited psychic bookshops etc. I was always buying self help or spiritual books looking for some kind of breakthrough and trying to understand better. That's also partly why I meditated. I wanted to find God most of all. If there was a God and it wasn't me, that would cure my "illness", but at that time I didn't think that way. I just instinctively went in that direction. I really wanted to experience God like the guru's teachings were all about. So I continued meditating.
When the panic attacks first began happening my only relief was in relaxing by drinking alcohol, which my Dad told me to do to calm down (He was also a night drinker). It worked temporarily but the next day was always either the same or worse as far as my anxiety was concerned. So I never gave up drinking. A few years after I stopped pot, I tried it again after I had relaxed with a couple of drinks and found that I could experience that high again without a lot of the bad effects of anxiety. So since that time I have continued drinking and using pot until this day, 2 decades later. A decade ago God saved me. But the habit of drinking etc. was sticking and so I continued that. I have found it almost impossible to stop using even though I have prayed my heart and soul out to God for help. I detest, I HATE drinking and pot smoking. But I can't stop. And I think that basically for all these years I have been oppressed by demons and that that is the real cause of all this nonsense. I won't go into all the demonic things that have happened since I was saved and somewhat before that, suffice it to say that I truly believe that I am being harassed constantly by demons who have got into me somehow and where they merge their temptations to drink or even think certain things as thoughts that I take to be my own thinking or thoughts. The urge to drink every day at the exact same time of day comes on strong, it is relentless and will not give up, though I try to sit through it and delay to where the cravings may pass a little bit. But that's all I can do in my own strength - just sometimes a little delay in the time I start to drink. The thoughts I start getting to want to have a drink build up like pressure that wants to erupt out, I can't think of anything else at that time. And yet, for most of the rest of the day before that time I do not want to drink.
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