Over the past week or so I have started to believe my house was haunted. Today, when I heard the sound of papers rustling and couldn't find an explanation, I became terrified. I called my husband who was able to explain away most of the "paranormal" activity. However, he asked me if I was sure I was ok because I sounded delusional and had I taken my meds this morning (as though missing one dose could cause mania). Anyway, I love him with my life but I can't understand why I can't have an irrational fear without it meaning I'm sick. Rant over. Anyone else experience this?
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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