I will forewarn that this is a very long story about what happened to me on the day of April 18, 2017. In as much detail as I can possibly remember. I wouldn't be surprised if this uses up the entire 7777 character limit, but here it goes.

I can't believe it's already been a year since it happened. The day that my soul was destroyed, my mind turned inside out, and the long journey of putting myself back together.

This total monster is an individual I knew from activism work... Skinny as a rail, cropped dark hair, piercing blue eyes, chiseled jaw, identified as male. I thought the self-proclaimed evil queen motif was just a joke. Turns out, it wasn't.

I found out just how deep and horrifying the true nature of dark magic can be that day.

At a low, desperate point in my life, at a job I that was the source of major emotional distress, I was under the influence of alcohol at the time this vampire exploited my vulnerabilities to deliver the most horrifying shock of my life.

Ever wondered what seven hits of crystal meth feels like?

Picture yourself floating two inches above the ground, your body wrapped in a blanket of heat, the need to empty every orifice and your dick harder than a rock.

That's the uplift that comes from the first hit alone. You start tweaking, getting all excited. You feel invincible.

It was after that first drag that this person started shotgunning hits down my throat. One after another after another as a part of this fucked up illuminati cult-type initiation he had planned.

The next step to that? I was handed a bowl full of mandrake, damiana, and wormwood. In my suggestible state I took several hits and started huffing, sweating, seeing orange and green silhouettes at the foot of the bed.

My life flashed before my eyes. I found myself sitting in my grandpa's hospice bed, remembering the day I sat there as he passed away. It was then that I jumped through the painting at the foot of the bed and woke up the next morning with blue flames coming out of my hands. Cross-dimensional beings swimming on the ceiling, silhouettes of the dead whistling across the wall.

At this point I was still riding the high. I bore witness to seeing what it meant to be of my higher self. To shed my ego, at least for a moment.

And that's all it was...A single moment.

Meth has a way of coming across as the most beautiful angel you've ever touched, before the mask comes flying off and rips your aura to shreds.

I was convulsing in panic as the comedown hit me like a tsunami. I had never felt so vulnerable to the darkest forces of every existential plane. I was fed a few "hair of the dog" hits in a futile attempt to stop it.

I could feel myself fading away as disembodied thoughts and voices took over my head. My amygdala jacked into the most visceral fight or flight response I had ever felt in my life.

Thoughts that weren't of my own making. Vile, cruel, bigoted, racist words and strung out sentences. I was slowly losing who I was to this creeping corruption that was infiltrating every synapse and cell of my vessel. I was slowly becoming the exact opposite of who I was and what I stood for.

I was possessed, and in times where I wasn't in control of my body I found myself looking from a perspective outside it. Not able to control anything it was doing.

I was in the presence of a vampire. This individual who I so blindly trusted started making offhand comments about putting me in latex.

When it was clear I wasn't getting any better he tried sucking me off without my consent.

I should mention that I was in an ebb and flow situation. An emotional right rope that I kept falling off of as I was fighting to stay conscious and in control. When I realized what this monster was doing to me, I flung into a rage about how he raped me.

I was gaslit out of context. I was sexually assaulted, but I was never penetrated. However, I can say that I was indeed emotionally raped.

Spiritually raped.

Mentally raped.

All while trying to make it seem like it was my fault.

For months after, I thought it really was my fault. As is the case with any victim of unforgivable acts such as this.

This insanity went on all day. From an emotional unload onto me about how I was a "third failed attempt" along with proclaiming to be the resurrection of fucking Jesus Christ. The vampire finally snapped while I was trying to resist being coaxed into buying a sandwich in an act of financial exploitation.

I was assaulted by false accusations as I was struggling to gain control of my body. My mind. My dignity. Hell, I was already shunted into the humiliating situation of wearing a t shirt, shorts, and a flat billed hat that made me look like an overgrown 12 year old...

I was dumped on the sidewalk. I had been lied to. Played.

I can't believe I helped this creature. Moving out of a "dangerous" living situation with an ex? My first time visiting in almost a year being the day of a planned suicide?

I can't believe I was set up.

I've spent all of this last year putting myself back together after the worst horror of my life. The lowest of lows.

Not a lot of people can come back from this...

To those who are worried, given the powerful addictive properties of the "philosopher's stone", I can safely say that I never once relapsed.

As for the individual who did this to me, I have only the faintest idea of whereabouts. Though through word of mouth, it seems this vampire has gone to a deeper hell than the one I witnessed that day.

I'm glad I survived...I'm glad that I held on long enough to put myself back together after my soul was rended. So I can tell this story in full.

Since then, I've retreaded the path of shamanism. I've spent this entire year healing myself, and in turn using that ability to help others in whatever way I can.

Thankfully the disembodied thoughts are pretty much gone. I no longer drink, either. Been sober for roughly six months. Nicotine-free almost four.

I hope nobody else has to endure what I have suffered over this last year. Someone tried to drag me down the darkest path anyone can take, and I spread my wings to fly out of the pits.

I've since heard this person has been ostracized from various communities due this self destructive flagrancy. Along with the other victims coming out about being violated.

As much as I wish for revenge on this person, I know that I can leave it all to the universe. For I have a happy and fulfilling life I continue to pursue.

All I wish is to be a self-employed cartoonist with a cabin in the woods.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. It's been a rough recovery that I'm still dealing with and it took me months to work up the courage to come out fully about this incident.

That was a hell of a story to tell. A story about how I stared evil in the face and lived to tell about it...