Greetings friends, and God Bless.

I might of shared this story before on here, but I am going to get into it a bit more in depth.

So around in 2017, I fell into a bad, abusive crowd, and eventually they basically tricked me into reading a "contract." that would give them "ontological sovereignty." over me, and then they tried to tell me they owned my soul, this basically caused a mental break down, and a several year long depression and trauma, which I still deal with, not as bad though.

Well, it was the summer of 2018 I think, and I was having a really bad episode, not terrible, but I was not in a good mood, I was having anxiety and fear, about who owns my soul, and would I be with God for eternity, or was I "owned." by a gang of far right paradox game players. I then heard a voice, a calming, peaceful, soothing masculine voice, a voice I can only describe as purest love, tell me. "You are mine." I immediately broke down in tears afterwards (even recalling this story makes me cry with tears of joy)

I have atheist friends, who tell me it was a serotonin release to a stress break, or something similar. I dont believe it, I know what I heard. I have never had a history of hallucinations, or stuff like that. So I at least think it was God, reassuring me, telling me everything will be alright. Having been dealing with fears of death and the afterlife a lot recently (just looking through my post history), retelling this story, makes me feel better. I do hope also this story, may help out anyone experiecing doubt, or is in great pain at the moment.

God loves you, God Bless You All.