 It all started when I graduated out of high school and I was 18 so pretty much got the label of like, I'm old enough, I'm adult, I'm grown. I started disobeying my parents, I pretty much started doing what I wanted to. I started hanging out with the bad crowd. I ended up smoking weed, started drinking right afterwards, started partying. I would be away from home for like, for like two weeks at a time just sitting at my friend's house just getting high. I started not eating just because I wanted to get higher. I kind of lived that lifestyle for like two years. It's funny because my mom was a true believer and she would always pray and every single time she would do that, like she would be praying for my friends and family members and even me the most. I came to the realization that I needed Jesus when I don't know where for like a span of three days, like I kept hearing voices in my head. I couldn't eat anything, anything that I'll eat, I'll throw up the instant I ate it. I couldn't even sleep either and it just led me to believe that I was going to die. I decided like I can't take this, I can't withstand all these voices, I can't withstand not eating that. I can't withstand not sleeping. Sunday arrived and my mom was telling me you need to eat something. So I decided to eat something and as soon as I ate something I threw it up. But I decided in my heart that God's going to do something and I can't just stay here and wait. So me and my mom went to church and I sat all the way to the front row and I just started praying, asking God to help me, heal me, deliver me, remove all these things that are constantly trying to hurt me and at that time as I was praying all these voices started coming in my mind just telling me all these things like we're going to kill you, you belong to me. You don't need God, God's not even real and I had enough of it and then my pastor started praying and everybody was praying. As I was praying I felt this pain surrounding me all over my body. So I decided to put my hands up. So I started raising my hands higher and all the pain just started to leave and then the voices just grew furious and they were just hitting me from both sides, clouding my judgment, telling me leave right now, just leave the church and you'll be fine. And then out of nowhere it just disappeared. All the voices that I heard just up and left, I just felt this fire and this presence in my heart. Jesus set me free. So since that day, how is your life been different? I'm able to have a job now, something that I've been struggling with for a long time. I also got my driver's license. I didn't really believe that I was able to get my driver's license and I'm also able to spend some time with my family, something that I never had. Fast forward and rewind. Back to the time, here's the story of my life. I got made things right. I was in high school, focused and determined to finish what I started back when I was a youngin. Turn 18, graduated, parents wanted me to start right away. Go to college, that's the plan. Got distracted in the midst of things. My perspective changed. The whole world opened up in a strange way. Escaping on my problems, trying to get out of reality, depending on drugs and partying, finding my own happiness. But the enemy within kept deceiving me. With no knowledge of God, I kept believing it. Indeed, I was lost, totally trapped in a box. I made some mistakes while living as a mental slave. That was about a year ago now. Everything's changed. Jesus set me free from my addictions, yet he broke the chains. Who knew the answer I've been looking for was staring me in the face? My identity was in Christ and not in any other place. My name is Grish Grish, and this is my testimony.