I tried telling my parents. They concluded I was sick. I tried telling my doctors. Same thing happened. For some reason, nobody is willing to believe that maybe what happened to me wasn’t entirely psychotic. Maybe it had some basis in reality.
So I’ve been languishing, trying just to get by. Trying to make sense of it all. I see the truth of my situation, and I wish it would be addressed.
It occurred to me a couple of days ago, though, that at least god believes me. God knows that it isn’t all psychosis, or delusion.
That brings me comfort.
I don’t mean this in a “preachy” sense. I mean it rationally. There is at least one person who believes me about my situation. I’m glad for that.