I spent weeks soaking in the bathtub filled with hot water and olive oil. I was intentional about cleansing the stench of evil and oppression from my soul. It was devastating when I realized that the adversary had entered the window of my spirit, through my vagina. I soaked for hours, with the gospel music of Shekinah Glory blasting, to rid myself of the devil. The sound of gospel music was needed to chase darkness away. I sat inside that tub for hours, As I gazed into the holy candle and weeping. I cried to GOD to step in and cleanse me. To free my captive soul from harm's way and keep me in perfect peace. I was at the darkest hours of my entire life. The genuineness in facing that an evil spirit, had entered into my soul and attacked me from all angles, in the form of a loving husband, is more than I could bare inside. There was no one to turn to. My husband had manipulated everyone in my circle. His well-crafted personification, as a pillar of the community, and a loving husband was all diabolically crafted. There was no one else who could appreciate my suffering. I could only turn to God. Kevin had cultivated everyone in my circle to trust him and deny me. Initially, it was an arduous process for me to emotionally conceive myself. The moment that I accepted that I was in the battle for my soul, it got worse. Without relationship with GOD, I would have been totally devoured.