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By Kristi Wood
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Last February we had gone on a trip with my best friend so that she could visit her ex-husband in the state mental hospital where he was being treated for a number of psychiatric conditions. Somehow on that trip I had let my guard down. I still don’t know if was just a God-thing or if I had somehow sensed that Alicia was someone who could handle the real me but I had been real with her and she had helped me break through the denial that had clouded my mind for so many years. I will never forget the sudden clarity that hit my mind the moment she said to me “You remind me of Bob before we knew he had multiple personalities.”
We had talked about Bob on the way down to Little Rock and I remember that I had shared with Alicia my own fascination with multiple personality disorder. I had been watching movies and reading books about it. And there was that afternoon radio talk show that dealt with MPD and occultism a lot and I listened to it just about every day. But I had assured her that I had a happy childhood so there was no way that I could have MPD myself. Of course, I couldn’t remember any of that happy childhood; I just knew that it must have been happy because I had such a terrific family. And then on the trip I was able to face the possibility that it could be true. Alicia had broken through the last façade and actually challenged me to tell her about my happy childhood.
Soon after that trip the flashbacks had started, and then the night terrors and the panic attacks. I had met a therapist and he had me read a book to get started on recovering memories. Those first few months had been so hard, not knowing who or why or how. Once I could recall enough detail to know I did indeed have a wonderful family who just happened to have enrolled me in a truly evil preschool I was quite relieved.
I threw myself into my recovery and my mind was slowly knit back together by the grace of God. It only took nine months, which for MPD is incredibly fast, but for a marriage an awfully long time to abstain. But through all the fights and the fears Brent had stood by me and stayed with me and our children. Thanking God again for leading me to my husband, I turned to look at him. He looked awful!
“What’s wrong?” I asked him since he didn’t appear to have slept at all.
“You’re not going to believe the night I had!” he exclaimed.
The story he told me seemed incredible but at this point it just wasn’t that hard to believe. It seemed that at one point in my time in the evil preschool I had been a participant in a ceremony in which I was married to a demon. That Halloween night the demon had come to claim me as his bride and Brent had spent the entire night praying over me and our house. He told me about the legion of angels with flaming swords that had come to our defense and that it was all over; the battle had been won. I marveled at his vivid description of the demon and the angels and again thanked God for leading me to this man who would stand by me, support me, and pray over me and we thanked God together for keeping us safe that night. I was whole and I was his. And we both knew that with God on our side we would make it through anything that came our way.
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