I took a deep breath, grappling for all the courage I could muster, “These terrifying thoughts.  They just won’t stop. I know they’re lies. I know there’s no truth to them. But the relentless onslaught is exhausting!”  I was near tears, finally confessing to one of the most deeply trusted voices in my life of the raging mental battle I’d been locked in for months.  I hadn’t even wanted to admit it to myself, much less say it out loud, but I knew I needed agreement in prayer to break the power of oppression I’d felt desperately attempting to suffocate me with both hands…