Nevermore
April 14th, 2011, 11:02 AM
What I'm about to say is very weird sounding. So please take a seat and take off your hats.
Okay so when I get super de dupper anxious, I see things. However I think about them most of my day. I'm afraid of them. It's the shadows. They follow me, they are like monsters with ugly faces. They tell me to kill myself and to cut myself, they constantly degrade me, and tell me they will hurt me if I dont' do what they say. Sometimes I will close my eyes, because taht's all I see is hundreds of shadows coming at me. I can't help but cry. It's like the worst feeling in the world. When I'm not anxious, I still recognize their exsistence and get paraniod when I get the tiniest bit of anxiety that they'll come back. Last night I they came to me. It was scary. Luckily I was still able to manage to walk down stairs and take my meds. My psycologist knows,however we haven't spoken about this in a few months. It's just all very scary, and very real to me. Yes my mind says they don't exsist. But I think they do, because they are real to me. Espeically at that moment, it is reality. It's hard to make myself believe, Sammy they aren't real, don't listen to them. Listening is my only option. They follow me, and hear what I say. I don't know much about them, only that they want to hurt me. I just wish they'd go away.
Okay so when I get super de dupper anxious, I see things. However I think about them most of my day. I'm afraid of them. It's the shadows. They follow me, they are like monsters with ugly faces. They tell me to kill myself and to cut myself, they constantly degrade me, and tell me they will hurt me if I dont' do what they say. Sometimes I will close my eyes, because taht's all I see is hundreds of shadows coming at me. I can't help but cry. It's like the worst feeling in the world. When I'm not anxious, I still recognize their exsistence and get paraniod when I get the tiniest bit of anxiety that they'll come back. Last night I they came to me. It was scary. Luckily I was still able to manage to walk down stairs and take my meds. My psycologist knows,however we haven't spoken about this in a few months. It's just all very scary, and very real to me. Yes my mind says they don't exsist. But I think they do, because they are real to me. Espeically at that moment, it is reality. It's hard to make myself believe, Sammy they aren't real, don't listen to them. Listening is my only option. They follow me, and hear what I say. I don't know much about them, only that they want to hurt me. I just wish they'd go away.