When I was four years old one of my parents’ dreams became true. They were approved for a permanent resident card to Puerto Rico from the Dominican Republic. However, my paperwork was not ready at the same time as theirs, so I had to stay behind with my uncle and his family.
As a young child, I played the “mom and dad game” with my cousins. I was fondled by males ages eight to thirteen before I was reunited with my mother. To my surprise when I arrived in Puerto Rico, my parents were divorced. To make ends meet, my mother had to work very early and return home late. As a result, I became a latchkey child at the age of six.
My mother later moved in with a boyfriend in a different city. This man would fondle me when he thought I had fallen asleep, the way my cousins did when I was younger. My mother and her boyfriend ended the relationship and my mother and I moved in with my grandmother in a different city. After school my grandmother would take care of me and a male teenager and to my surprise, the teenager also wanted to play the “mom and dad” game with me. However, from the beginning of our stay at my grandmother’s, it became obvious that I was not my grandmother’s favorite to the point that my mother soon realized we needed to move again. We moved to again when I was nine years old.
I endured twenty years of emotional instability from my parents getting back together, divorcing again and again, having two children at a very young age, and many men that I trusted would bring my children and I the stability we so desired and needed. However, these men would remain with my children and I only for about two years. After two years, something would occur that would cause a breakup in the relationship.
Years later, I met and married my husband on December 28. I was happily married for seven days, and on January 7 he was deported. On June of the same year, I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), severe depression, anxiety, attachment disorder; I’ve cut myself, and had attempted suicide, have had several “out of body” experiences” where cutting has been the only way to “feel.” I detached myself from friends and family.
My cocktail of medications included: Citalopram and Venlafaxine for depression, Clonazepam for anxiety, Seroquel to sleep, over the counter headache pills. Very quickly I became addicted to these pills where I was taking more than what was prescribed. I lost twenty pounds because I lost the sense of feeling hunger. I became a slave to my bedroom, where I remained as much time as possible, by myself, away from everyone.
Freedom from Generational Spirits
I was asked to take a leave from work so that I could improve my health. However, I never took the leave because one that same evening I met with Phyllis Tarbox from Above and Beyond Counseling Center and my deliverance process began. God’s timing was perfect because there was an upcoming Group Deliverance Seminar that I was able to attend for a donation and on that day.
The process of deliverance was comfortable and nothing to be afraid of. As a matter of fact, I felt like a brand new person after the process was over. I was totally cleaned. So many bad spirits left my body that I felt brand new. I was full of energy and looking forward to living versus dying.
My life has taken a 180-degree turn for the better. I’ve experienced numerous of positive changes in my life including: pure joy, no suicidal thoughts, peace of mind, rest and other positive changes. I now have money left over after paying bills (previously my income would not suffice). I now have this hunger to learn about God and to become more like Jesus. I love God for his immense love for me because even when I could not see him, he was taking care of me. I am looking forward to my new future in Jesus Christ.