I’ve came to believe my world, the one we share, is at affect. I only think this with two connections: This world, the one I live, the one you live in shared memory. And. The one that isn’t visible, yet, it can be. Or is it Schizophrenia? I am not sure.
First of. I’m an extremely lacker for better grammer, expecially learning some other things. I guess. Disability?
For the past two, maybe two and five months. I was suppose to be dead, long ago. That’s what my Schizophrenia says anyway. Why do I believe? I kinda do, it’s difficult to say.
I believe in my Schizophrenia for few reasons.
- It attempted to changed my vision so I can see black figures, and believe me, it did work. For an instant. If you have ever watched that Religious Movie called “The Exorcism of Emily Rose” (Great movie) it was something like that. When you, like Emily, after that demon came to haunt her, posses her. It came to that like me. And like in the movie. She tried getting help but everyone around her appeared like a demon, only for show. It was like that. - I was scared the entire night and for the next few days. Slowly, I came to full realization it can only appear like that, and never be like that in reality. I became a bit more calm…
- A demon came to be, it being a famous demon amounst the ones in Schizophrenia world. Not giving any names because it’s attach to a belief, culture.
It told me it will Inhale
Damn. I tried sharing everything but that damn thing cuts it out. I’m a little Paranoid…