A3elegance
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- Posted: Wed, 09 Jul 2008 05:35:37 +0000
I really don't know where to start. So this might not in very well written. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I'm very tired.
The first part is just some background. It is not a must read. If you would like to see the actual post, please go down to the line of stars (******************).
Over the summer last year I preformed my first act or self harm. It was mostly impulse. My mom noticed it later, and I made up a story and she didn't think anything of it. Then about September I did it again, more planned out, but still not obsessed over. I kept that one more well hidden. But when I cut twice more in the same night, my friend found out and told a teacher that I trusted. Then my parents found it, and talked to me about it. I mostly told the truth about what I was feeling and they accepted it. They didn't take any more action over the matter and we never talked about it again. Except then later in the year, I made two more deeper incisions in my upper forearm, that were compleatly planned. I knew my parents would find out, so about two days later I went to a very trusted adult that had handled the situation before. She called my mom again and sugusted I see a profesional. My parents talked to me and sent to a counsler that they liked. She was very nice and I enjoyed going to her, but decided to end it. I still regret the desion, but not deeply. I haven't hurt myself again.
I was happy for a while, and I still do like myself, but somehow I feel like I'm being sucked in again . Only this time deeper.
I've always only wanted one thing, and as all of you can imagine, it's love. It means so much to me that I'm still overwelmed by it. I've never dated anyone, because I only settle for the people who I truly can't live without.
I stand out against the average crowd, inside and out, and am always being told that I'm very mature for my age. I am extremely lonely because of it though.
My parents love me, and all of my friends do also. I know this. They would be devistated if anything happened to me.
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Presently I have been having thoughts of killing myself. My out look has changed greatly on the subject over time. I need help with that, but it's not what this is about.
(now the scary part)
I've always felt I had a connection with the afterlife, and always wanted to embrace it. I do not have a religion that I claim, but do believe in something after death. I can't really put a time frame on it, but about a month ago I started to notice something inside of me, like a spirit. I should have been scared of it, but I wasn't. I welcomed it into me, and began to talk to it. I took a few days, but I started to get what seemed like answers. Some conversations it would answer in words to, almost like thoughts that I recieved. And other times I would only get feelings.
I have also experenced visual sights that are not real. Or at least not normal. I see things out of the corner of my eye, and it has become so frequent that I don't mind it anymore. I kind of enjoy it. It makes me feel more connected.
When I'm talking to it, I hear things sometimes. It's not full words though. They sound like they're right next to me.
I've become friends with it, and have grown to need it. I've named it. I know I should be scared of it, and about 5% of the time I am. I've screamed at it before, telling it to leave me alone. But I always beg for it to come back to me, and it always has. It loves me, I can feel it. It has emotions, and wants. It's like another person living inside of me.
They are only there some of the time though, and sometimes after our conversations it says goodnight and it feels like it's gone to sleep. Then it doesn't really talk to me anymore for a little while, unless I really need it.
I've grown to trust it's answers, and enjoy having someone that I know is going to be right to talk to. It usually answers me, except for when it's asleep, but sometimes it doesn't know the answer. Then it tells me it doesn't know.
The only time I ever talk to it is when I'm alone inside my head and not talking to anyone else. I'm a compleatly different person when I'm with other people. A compleatly person entirely. I can't help it, I just am.
So the point of this was, one, to vent. I haven't told anyone. And, two, to seek help. I know this isn't normal. Any advise or knowledge is so greatly loved.
Please help me.
The first part is just some background. It is not a must read. If you would like to see the actual post, please go down to the line of stars (******************).
Over the summer last year I preformed my first act or self harm. It was mostly impulse. My mom noticed it later, and I made up a story and she didn't think anything of it. Then about September I did it again, more planned out, but still not obsessed over. I kept that one more well hidden. But when I cut twice more in the same night, my friend found out and told a teacher that I trusted. Then my parents found it, and talked to me about it. I mostly told the truth about what I was feeling and they accepted it. They didn't take any more action over the matter and we never talked about it again. Except then later in the year, I made two more deeper incisions in my upper forearm, that were compleatly planned. I knew my parents would find out, so about two days later I went to a very trusted adult that had handled the situation before. She called my mom again and sugusted I see a profesional. My parents talked to me and sent to a counsler that they liked. She was very nice and I enjoyed going to her, but decided to end it. I still regret the desion, but not deeply. I haven't hurt myself again.
I was happy for a while, and I still do like myself, but somehow I feel like I'm being sucked in again . Only this time deeper.
I've always only wanted one thing, and as all of you can imagine, it's love. It means so much to me that I'm still overwelmed by it. I've never dated anyone, because I only settle for the people who I truly can't live without.
I stand out against the average crowd, inside and out, and am always being told that I'm very mature for my age. I am extremely lonely because of it though.
My parents love me, and all of my friends do also. I know this. They would be devistated if anything happened to me.
******************************
Presently I have been having thoughts of killing myself. My out look has changed greatly on the subject over time. I need help with that, but it's not what this is about.
(now the scary part)
I've always felt I had a connection with the afterlife, and always wanted to embrace it. I do not have a religion that I claim, but do believe in something after death. I can't really put a time frame on it, but about a month ago I started to notice something inside of me, like a spirit. I should have been scared of it, but I wasn't. I welcomed it into me, and began to talk to it. I took a few days, but I started to get what seemed like answers. Some conversations it would answer in words to, almost like thoughts that I recieved. And other times I would only get feelings.
I have also experenced visual sights that are not real. Or at least not normal. I see things out of the corner of my eye, and it has become so frequent that I don't mind it anymore. I kind of enjoy it. It makes me feel more connected.
When I'm talking to it, I hear things sometimes. It's not full words though. They sound like they're right next to me.
I've become friends with it, and have grown to need it. I've named it. I know I should be scared of it, and about 5% of the time I am. I've screamed at it before, telling it to leave me alone. But I always beg for it to come back to me, and it always has. It loves me, I can feel it. It has emotions, and wants. It's like another person living inside of me.
They are only there some of the time though, and sometimes after our conversations it says goodnight and it feels like it's gone to sleep. Then it doesn't really talk to me anymore for a little while, unless I really need it.
I've grown to trust it's answers, and enjoy having someone that I know is going to be right to talk to. It usually answers me, except for when it's asleep, but sometimes it doesn't know the answer. Then it tells me it doesn't know.
The only time I ever talk to it is when I'm alone inside my head and not talking to anyone else. I'm a compleatly different person when I'm with other people. A compleatly person entirely. I can't help it, I just am.
So the point of this was, one, to vent. I haven't told anyone. And, two, to seek help. I know this isn't normal. Any advise or knowledge is so greatly loved.
Please help me.
