In July, I had a pretty terrifying experience during one of my worst depressive phases. I went into the bedroom while my boyfriend was napping, and here's where things become tricky...I think I startled him awake (probably) with my sudden entry, but from my POV, he started yelling (without any coherent words) progressively louder and louder as if he were possessed. He then reached out towards me to grab me, so I, thinking he was going to hurt me, ran out of the bedroom screaming from the tops of my lungs. I fell on the ground when I yanked the door open and busted my knees pretty badly.

Now, he tells me I simply walked into the bedroom, stood in the middle of the room (in the dark) and started screaming out of nowhere. He claims nothing else really happened, and that he hadn't yelled at all. It's really confusing to think about.. nothing like this has ever happened to me before, but it sure was horrifying. I couldn't sleep in that bedroom or without the light on for 2 weeks.