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Originally Posted by BethRags
Out of no where, paranoia. It started with a bottle of hair "glosser" that cost 17$ and didn't do anything but dry my hair out. Like, dehydrated it. We haven't had any open salons here for a month and I doubt any will be open any time soon. So I've been (like many people) playing around with my hair.
So I decided to toss the bottle of crap hair stuff in the bin. But the hair stuff is in a container in my bathroom straight in a line to my head when I'm lying in bed. The thought came to me that there is a demon(s) inside the bottle, angry because they will be tossed out.
That led to my thoughts of a couple of weeks ago that my therapist was held hostage by Nazis while she was out sick. I know it's ridiculous, yet I cannot let go of the idea. It's extremely disturbing.
When we have our appointment tomorrow I will straight up ask her.
Then the tall man with very dark hair returned to my apartment. He just stands in my bedroom and stares out the window. He's not particularly sinister, just present.
No idea why this stuff started up so suddenly. Seriously, when this happens it feels like a typer of seizure that suddenly strikes.
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So sorry, Beth. Did you tell the pdoc? Sounds like an adjustment may be needed.
Hugs.
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