I don’t know if there was a single moment when I realized that I had these feelings. I truly had believed that they would go away. “I’m a Christian; this isn’t possible.” I thought I had a mental disorder or worse: was possessed. Why would I ever tell anyone? Then began the sleepless nights of praying: “God, I’m sorry. Please forgive me for whatever it is I did to be cursed with such an awful disease.” “God, I promise I... Read more