I woke up last night in terror, afraid that if I prayed, the above-listed person would killed me.

I believed he was in my spare room, waiting to pounce on me and rip my chest out if I made one wrong move. So I went to the living room and sent out an e-mail SOS to four people I knew, Doug and Father Lindsay included: Help! The devil's in my apartment and wants to kill me. And I stayed up all night and waited him out.

The pain in my legs was awesome. I needed to sleep. I dared not sleep. Because Satan would kill me the minute I went to bed.

The fear subsided enough by morning to let me sleep but not totally. I went to a church group meeting with the SOS I wrote last night and at the end of the meeting. Said:

"Someone broke down here two weeks ago." I tossed the letter on the table "Here's my way of breaking down. Read it."

And at that point, I tried to make a run for the church bathroom, but a friend was there who knew my tendancies. She got up to stop me. Came over and took me in her arms and had me hold her. "Let it out." she told me. It felt good to be held.

I couldn't make a sound.

Then she had me go to the bathroom while the letter was read. Afterwards, they prayed for me.

I have a small arsenal of blessed itemsrayers, a scapular, holy water. Every door in this apartment has been splashed with holy water.

I still feel severely oppressed by this menace. By all the laws of Faith, I am safe, and yet my mind screams "Danger!"

WHAT'S WRONG!!!!

There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.