After finding out I'd been misdiagnosed with bipolar by 5 psychiatrists over 8 years and taking 30,000 pills, I got off my medications in 2020, and I woke up. I'd always believed in God; I just never knew who he was. So, I searched for my answers in the psychedelic realm. Like all things, I took it to the extreme, all the way to the edge. And like the fool, I too ended up losing my mind. At the same time I came out of my pharmaceutical slumber in 2020, I-like everyone else-was shaken up by the events in the world, leading me to start questioning everything in our reality. One question after another, and soon the facade of this world came crumbling down, and I fell deep into the rabbit hole, quickly crashing into the bottom. Breakdowns lead to breakthroughs. What is intended for evil, God uses for good. And there was one final door I needed to break through, to the last place I ever expected to find God. But first I had to fall into the occult, lose my mind, and escape the Luciferian labyrinth. My story is that of a lost soul in a lost world. Endlessly searching for the truth and finding it behind the last door ever expected-but not after first running into a little trouble along the way.