I honestly don’t think it has had a significant impact on my water bill.

For years, I believed that even though the experience was purely psychotic, (and, sometimes when I’m manic I go back to believing it was a miracle) the Lord kept the water warm so I wouldn’t get harmed. My therapist however, told me recently that it is exactly like being high on drugs. I had no inhibitions and my perception was entirely altered. It had never even occurred to me to think that way and no one in my life who knows or previous therapists have ever mentioned it. I remembered the skin on my back burning and itching the following morning (shower was in the middle of the night) and thinking it was from the demons leaving my body. I wrote about the experience in an email I sent to a spiritual advisor (she was TERRIBLE for me!!!) as soon as I got out of the shower as I was beaming with excitement. It was insane!!! I’ll gladly share the experience:

I just took a 6 hour shower and the water never got cold. It started out as relaxing but quickly I was getting and then Letting go of all this "junk" I didn't even know I had. After this, I felt freer than I have ever felt in my life and my life made sense. I praised Jesus repeatedly and then I spoke in tongues for the second time. And, then I realized, that the "angry spirit" I had experienced really was God. Well, as soon as it dawned on me that this had been the Holy Spirit, I started coughing violently. I went down to my knees and started seeing stars. My husband came in and asked if I was OK, I told him I was great. As I was standing there, it dawned on me that I had been praying for him to take my fear and pride. I said, almost jokingly, anymore revelations? Then quickly added, Please. I then said "take it Lord, take it" and then just started repeating it over and over. Then I said "ANGER. Take it Lord!" And then I started coughing again. So I was pacing in the shower, head and hands in and out of the water , raised up, lowered to my head. I said, "anything else?" And I remembered self hatred, shame, guilt. And I asked him to take those and then started coughing again immediately after. My head was clear the whole time. I asked "What else Lord?" And then I just started praying passionately that He would do this kind of work in my husband, brother, all of my family that needs it. My husband coughed in the other room as soon as I stopped praying, as soon as! The whole time I was praying I kept lifting my hand up to the water, down to my head. I asked, "Anything else?" He told me to sit down. I did. I put my head on my knees and started breathing in the water. It sounded like it was boiling as it was falling on my hair. I started snorting the water and blowing it out and then i was doing it furiously. Then He told me to drink the water so I put my head back and did it. I drank until I knew when to stop. The water burned my eyes, nose, and throat. And a few seconds later, I started to vomit. I did this exact thing three more times. My husband heard and came in again to check on me and asked if I was OK. I said yes. He asked "how is the water still hot?" (It had been hours at this point). I said "uh, it's the Holy Spirit, just leave and close the door." He did. A few minutes later, he walked in the door and I said "no, please go!" I then started to think "how disrespectful of him" but I immediately realized it wasn't him. I then started to laugh and started to tell this demon it was so clever but I stopped myself and said "Lord, take this fear from me." And then I said it over and over and over. And I started furiously telling him to take the fear. He told me to stand back up so I did. I just kept saying "Lord take this fear from me." And then I started walking into the water with my head back, mouth open, drinking the water. I did this over and over until I knew when to stop and I started vomiting again. Then, I turned around and I started to throw my head and shoulders back and forth and around and swinging my arms--but it wasn't me. And then I sat down, well, practically fell down. And then I didn't feel his spirit anymore, I felt afraid. So I said "YOU DID NOT GIVE ME A SPIRIT OF FEAR AND I WILL NOT BE AFRAID." And then I kept saying Lord, take this fear from me. But I was huddled on the bathtub floor feeling afraid and I was going back and forth from total fear (this whole thing is in my head and I have lost my mind) to boldly saying Lord, take my fear. Then, suddenly, I didn't feel afraid and I was told to turn off the water. I didn't want to, I was begging God to take the fear, but he lovingly insisted I turn it off. I did.