After finding out I'd been misdiagnosed with bipolar by five psychiatrists over eight years and taking 30,000 pills, I got off my medications in 2020, and I woke up.
At the same time I came out of my pharmaceutical slumber in 2020, I—like everyone else—was shaken up by the events in the world, leading me to start questioning everything. One question after another, and soon the facade of this world came crumbling down, and I fell deep into the rabbit hole, quickly crashing into the bottom.
I'd always believed in God; I just never knew who he was. So, I searched for my answers in the psychedelic realm. Like all things, I took it to the extreme, all the way to the edge. And like the fool, I too ended up losing my mind.
Breakdowns lead to breakthroughs. What is intended for evil, God uses for good. And there was one final door I needed to break through to the last place I expected to find God. But first I had to fall into the occult, lose my mind, and escape the Luciferian labyrinth.
My story is that of a lost soul in a fallen world. Endlessly searching for the truth and eventually finding it—but not before running into a little trouble along the way.