What It Means Surviving the Infestation and Fighting to Get My Soul Back
This is my truth about surviving the infestation and fighting to get my soul back — and it’s not wrapped in crystals and good vibes. It’s raw. It’s ugly. And it’s real.
There’s surviving trauma — and then there’s surviving the infestation it leaves behind. I’m not just talking about flashbacks or triggers. I’m talking about something deeper. Something darker. Something inside.
After the abuse ended… after the attacks stopped… I knew something was still wrong.
There were parts of me I couldn’t reach.
Thoughts that didn’t feel like mine.
Emotions that exploded out of nowhere.
A heaviness in my chest that no therapist could explain.
And a void — a black hole inside me where I knew something was hiding.
The Signs of Infestation Most People Ignore
Surviving the infestation and fighting to get my soul back meant waking up every day knowing that I wasn’t fully in control of my own energy. That some of the darkness they brought into me… stayed.
And that’s the part nobody talks about.
They talk about trauma.
They talk about therapy.
But they don’t talk about the infestation.
They don’t talk about the spiritual residue left behind.
They don’t talk about what it means when the darkness doesn’t leave — even when the abuser does.
I started to realize that these things — the ones that visited me, stalked me, whispered in the dark — they weren’t just around me.
They had anchored inside me.
My Battle to Reclaim What Was Stolen
And once I saw it for what it was, the fight began.
But this wasn’t a fight with fists.
This was a soul war.
And it was messy.
I had to unlearn everything.
I had to throw out every false teaching.
I had to cleanse, scream, pray, rage, and burn away the rot that had settled into my being.
Surviving the infestation and fighting to get my soul back meant doing the spiritual autopsy on myself — cutting open old wounds and pulling out what didn’t belong.
It meant reclaiming the pieces that were stolen.
It meant telling the darkness, “You can’t have me anymore.”
And no, it didn’t happen overnight.
This fight is ongoing.
Some days I feel strong.
Some days I still feel haunted.
But every day, I claim back one more piece of my light.
You Are Not Beyond Redemption
Because here’s what I know now:
- If they entered, they can be removed.
- If they fed, they can be starved.
- If they claimed me, they can be cast the fuck out.
I am not a vessel for their poison.
I am not a casualty of their war.
I am not damned.
I am awakening.
And if you’re out here surviving the infestation and fighting to get your soul back, I want you to hear this loud and clear:
You’re not crazy.
You’re not losing your mind.
You’re powerful.
And you’re doing sacred work every time you fight for yourself.
They thought they’d buried you.
But you were planted.
And now — you rise.
