I don't like to talk about the status that I have within my religion, typically. It's always been sort of a taboo subject. I grew up in a baptist church, and I think I attended there until I was in seventh grade, and my family as a whole just kind of stopped going.

Over the years, I have been attending other churches back and forth whenever friends invite me and things like that, and I even went through a period of time in my life where I didn't think I believed in God anymore.

Now, I have found a home church, one in which I don't find Sunday mornings extremely boring, and one where the people are loving and accepting to me. But even when I first started to attend, I wasn't quite sure what I believed.

My mental health has been something that I have been dealing with for a little while, a few years, really. I always thought that if I struggled so bad with this, if there was a God, he would help. Years went on, and it fluctuated here and there, but overall, not much of an improvement.

My mom has always been super strong in her faith, and I love that for her. She has always tried to get me to stay close. My boyfriend is the same way. Whenever I have a bad day or something not ideal happens, he always tells me to pray about it and he prays for me as well.

When college started, I was miserable. Making friends was so much harder than I had anticipated. Working was hard during school. My loan didn't want to go through. It was difficult.

I started to lean on God more and more, praying that I would be able to overcome what I was dealing with.

One night, not too long ago, I was laying down next to my boyfriend, Jacob, watching How I Met Your Mother and eating pasta. We were discussing how hard life has felt for me since school started, and he was once again telling me to lean on God and read my bible.

He reached over me and comfortingly grabbed my wrist, and all of a sudden, I felt a huge presence lifted off of my body. It felt as if it were slowly making it's was out of my body. I was so confused, I had no idea what was going on, or what had happened. I looked at Jacob as if he had felt it too.

"What?" he just looked at me. I explained what had happened and I also added that I felt crazy for experiencing what I had experienced. He reassured me that I wasn't crazy, and he held me as I began to cry.

Now I am a pretty emotional person, and I cry a lot for no reason. But that night, I cried out of fear, and I cried because I was scared of what I think it was.

With the timing of it all, I really began to think that Satan had a hold of me, and was trying to make me miserable. I believe my relationship with God, increasingly growing closer is what scared whatever it was away.

My relationship with God has only grown stronger, and because of that, I had a life-changing experience, and I know what I believe now. I have evidence now, and I am very happy with where my life is now, even though it has only been a week. I am excited for the future.