I was done praying. That’s what I told God in the middle of my darkest valley, after sleepless nights, endless tears, and a faith that felt like it was barely hanging on. I had been crying out for breakthrough, but what came next wasn’t what I expected: five rounds of deliverance and a stay in a psychiatric hospital.

In this raw and personal testimony, I share how God met me in both the spiritual and clinical places, reminding me that healing isn’t one dimensional. Sometimes, it’s laying hands. Sometimes it’s licensed help. And sometimes its both. This is my journey of deliverance, diagnosis, and divine restoration and proof that you can be saved, love Jesus, and still need real mental health support.