How to Use Your Dark Night of the Soul to Create Miracles in Your Life

Having this mental illness is like playing hide and seek with Satan inside my head. I deal with the compulsions well. I no longer touch things eight times, and by melting light bulbs, I have stopped turning them on and off 12 times. Although I still obsess with the doors, I check them four times to see if I have thrown the key when I leave the house. <h1>Otherwise, I am functional.</h1> It’s not like when, as a child, I crossed the street by jumping from the white line to the white line of the crosswalk because if I touched the road, I thought I would die. Nor when, as an adult, the compulsion led me to smoke one cigarette after another, using the previous one and or rummaging in the ashtrays when I ran out of money for tobacco and having to smoke the butts. But I’m still scared of the black voices that have lived inside me since my classmates beat me up at school. And there are days when those voices make me feel like I’m not worth enough. There are days when I feel like a cockroach crawling to feed on pizza scraps left by rats in a cul-de-sac where it always smells like pee. <a href="https://medium.com/the-writers-fight-club/how-to-use-your-dark-night-of-the-soul-to-create-miracles-in-your-life-e97bd1d68657">Click Here</a>