QUOTE(retret @ Jun 5 2006, 02:45 PM) [snapback]1218913[/snapback]
did you sleep well this night? no nightmares or dreams abaout the future?
and i certanly hope your "friend" didnt show up...
Wow, I am surely surprised in a good way. I have a big smile now. Thank you for being so kind as to ask.
My *friend* doesn't mess with me like it used to.
I am pretty much free of it now. FOR NOW huhuhu
I haven't had any dreams( bad ones) lately.
I do think that it leaves me alone for the most part, because it can't get it's way.
This is what I feel. Then again, really I say, I might be crazy. I don't think so though.
You know how crazy people always say that they are not crazy?
Well, I don't want to be like that, saying the same thing, if I am.
I have decided now that I am going to see another psychiatrist and get this person's opinion on me as well. I will, however, continue to see this one. She is very opened minded and she involves herself sincerely in her work. She already knows my family too.
I am hoping that when I see another one, that I can get a different look on things. What if I am crazy? What if all of everything I have ever been through can be explained by various other things?
These are all valid questions to ask.
Maybe my friends and family are messed like me and fed this imagination I may have.
I do sincerely believe in my experiences and I don't know what to think, as far as everyone telling me that I am crazy. Now I am just kind of shocked stiff. I was thinking last night. I realized that I do indeed have so so many experiences. I asked myself, how many other people have this many experiences? I realized, could this be a product of being sick?
Or am I going through all of these things in my life because of having such close ties with the occult and witchcraft as a child?
I don't know anymore, I do know that I believe in my experiences and that those who experience some with me believe too. Some have and they believe. I think that this isn't enough anymore. My scar on my lower belly, all of the things, that happened to me. I just don't believe that I am crazy, but I again look at myself through the eyes of the world and I see a mentally sick person.
I look at how I function as a human being. I do well. I am a very good and loving mother. I am a good and loving wife. I am a productive contributing citizen to our society and I have many responsibilities. I am currently taking all of these academics at school and I associate at school too. I have my group of friends and I am very well liked. Everyone at my school knows and likes me. We get together and party. We have dealings with each other. The only thing is I think How can a crazy person be so productive and social?
My psychiatrist also used my school as a reference to my character. She also looked at how well I perform as a person and said just that alone suggests that my being crazy is highly unlikely. Yet I think of Ted Bundy. This mass murderer was well known and liked. Very liked by the ladies and he turned out to be so horrid.
I am just spilling out what has been on my mind lately.
All I can write about is what I am thinking. If I offend someone and sound like I am full of myself, I didn't mean to sicken anybody. I can't write for anyone or the ideas of anyone else but my own. Ive been accused of wanting a pity party. I admit that I do sound pretty pitiful at times, but I don't ask for a pity party, I am just typing down what I feel and think. I can't type down your feelings as my own, I don't want to write about the weather He He, I do write about the topic. This interests me and so I contribute.
I am not the type to feed on pity. I hate it. Even as a child I would get injured and if someone came to me trying to help me I would get angry and I wanted to be left alone, because I didn't want anybody feeling bad.
I will suffer through much and only complain when I can't bear it anylonger.
anyway right now I am at a loss for words