I found my credit card!! IN a coat pocket. Still can't find my shirt. The weirdest thing happened. I was journaling and I started getting a headche then I'm watching myself write and my handwriting became real angry and so did what I was writing. I was writing what I was hearing in my head--and boy is someone MAD "...stop telling or I will have to do something...be quiet and stop talking..." I have an appt with my T in about an hour. I'm going to show her

I'm scared now--I don't know who is mad at me. STOP STOP NO MORE SHE CAN'T TALK ANY MORE NO MORE