so yeah no cap.. this actually happened

I got possessed by an evil spirit. Not sure if it was a demon or just a evil spirit. It all started when I was 11. My cousin was teaching me how to speak Lucumí. It's the language of Santeria and of our heritage. Only spoken in Cuba, Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico. It's a mixture of African and Spanish. Although, majority of my family are ultra-Christians. We still have some that are into African traditions. We tried bringing out a spirit and end up being one with bad intentions. We learned that someone did a curse on our family. So my cousin reserved the curse. The spirit even gave us the full name of the person. She was a young white woman about in her 20's. As time went by, I saw her health completely go south. This young woman ended up getting two type of cancers. Blood/bone marrow and skin cancer. Within like a year, i heard she died. I felt so bad and I asked my cousin what did he actually do. He said he just reversed the curse but something told me otherwise.Telling me it was her fault, she should had prayed to jesus. Within time, he also became sick. He now has a rare autoimmune disease that attacks his body and tissue. Could be karma. It wasn't until i was around 15 when i became at my weakest emotional and spiritually. I lost my grandpa. We suspect that his new wife killed him by making him diabetic but we couldn't prove anything. She took majority of what supposed to be for us. Leaving my aunt almost homeless. I got into a rage and that spirit returned again. Telling me, we can avenge my grandpa. That im stronger with it and not without it. So I let it back into my life with a ritual on Halloween. It was then when I changed. I lost myself and who I was. My personality did a 180. My room was always cold. I became violent. Started getting into fights and chasing people with knives. Luckily, I never hurt anybody too bad. Just a few fist fights. People would say that I smelled like sulfur at times. I started regretting what i did. So i tried getting into religion but every time i would go to a church or temple. I couldn't breathe. It felt like something was choking me. Years of fighting the urge of killing people. I eventually found an exorcist and healing spiritual group. Told them to do one on me. Explained what i was going through and they agreed. During the exorcism, I felt like killing the person and causing them harm. Eventually, i just lost control of my body. It felt weird because I closed my eyes and my body started moving on it's own. I would try to make my body move one way but it wouldn't listen. It did what it wanted. I felt so powerless. I had to have about 9 people hold me down. People we were saying I was speaking in another language. Not Spanish, English nor Lucumí. I remember screaming a blood curdling scream. I don't remember what happened afterwards that day. I just remember waking up. I finally got back to being myself. I was normal again, goofy and cracking jokes.I still get harassed by that spirit. Through people and random phone calls at the middle of the night with no caller ID. That if I pick up, something would laugh at the other end. However, I'm not scared though because i know im protected.