Having lived through it myself, I totally agree. In my experience I could literally feel the oppression. I contemplated suicide. It was as if I was being dared to do so by an unseen force. I remember clearly coming to the end of my mental rope and crying out for Jesus to deliver me. It was 2:00 AM and I was totally desperate. Nothing else had worked. I can remember when I audibly cried out to Jesus and feeling the "blanket" being lifted.