Today I was riding the bus and saw an accident. Someone was lying crumpled on the ground. I was sure they were dead. I panicked and had to have an emergency meeting with the counsellor at my school. She said I didn't have a reason to so quickly assume that the person was dead...I was sick and sweating and crying and I wasn't sure I wanted to believe her.

I thought about it later and realized that nobody else on the bus seemed to be panicking. One person commented on 'poor driving', but other than that nobody really seemed to be concerned. Was I having a delusion or some kind of psychosis? Nobody else seemed to understand how horrific the situation was! I couldn't get the image of the crumpled body out of my mind. It's like I just 'knew'.

Also, at one point I was obsessively convinced that my best friend's girlfriend was lying to him. It tortured me. I couldn't explain how I knew, I had a little bit of flimsy proof, but more or less an all consuming feeling that I just KNEW somehow that she was lying. It eventually led to the end of my friendship with him, and it's been a few months but I'm starting to realize that something about that seems off, like...why did I think that? Why was it so consuming? It seems that I was wrong.

were these things delusions or psychotic episodes? For some reason I'm believing things that don't make sense to anyone else.