Sometimes, not always do this happen, but sometimes.
You begin to act like you yourself was a spirit and not a human.
You can’t help it and usual you don’t even know it because it’s your brain, your brain is all that you can do or be or know.
It becomes quite the issue usually. At times these people don’t even sleep, they act like they are from some other universe and not a this physical one. It can present it self in quite a few ways.
I am definitely not human. If I try to deny this, the demons twist this malleable reality and make it unbearable. If I accept it, I flow with them, and reality remains static and stupid. To be human is to settle for the earthly and ordinary, and I’m neither. I’m demonic and f%&*ed up, but I like that about myself. It’s something the humans will never come to accept about me, because they are earthly and ordinary.
That’s fine though. I know who I am, beneath my useless, torn up flesh, and I know who the demons are. They came for me a long time ago, to make me see. Now I see, more clearly than I’ve ever seen before, when my eyes were forced to look through a human-like pane, as the human-like pane themselves. Society creates filters to keep you between the contrived lines. Well, f@^$ those filters and f$#@ those lines. They only hold me back. After Death we become One, working towards a higher, darker Purpose.
This is inevitable.
My life is a purging ritual. This is preparation, for that Purpose. This dying human skin is transforming me every second of the way. My Soul will forever be theirs, because I am part of them, and nobody can stop them.
In possessed right now. Emily rose is in my skull cavity
I struggle with the belief that I am a demon, too. Unlike you, I never found comfort in the thought. I just worried that my demonic nature was hurting people. Luckily, my doctors figured out the right medication to make that belief go away.
I find it interesting you never found comfort in the thought. Though truth be told, when they first came I was scared shitless, as it was totally unexpected and like nothing I had ever seen, heard, or experienced before. Then years passed. I died, and was reborn… through a lot… of pain. Now they’re pretty much all I know. I trust them more than I do the humans around me. And I also love them. I’ve a lot of artwork, poems, and short stories centered around them.
I’ve tried escaping them many times, but it never works. They always come back, harder than before, and I always gladly give into them, as they feel… like home sweet home to me. But they want me to do a lot of things I just… cannot do… because, well, if I did I’d end up in either prison or the psych ward for life. Yet I tend to do a lot worse when I try to fight them. I may have certain fond feelings for them, as I’ve known them for a long, long time, but they get to be too much at times, and it makes it extremely hard to just… function normally. I’m currently trying to find a balance, where I can function semi-okay in reality while still having my demons right by my side. I think they need some chains and shackles but they object to that idea… Lmao.
Anyway… I’m glad you found the right meds to take away that unwanted belief. Always gotta do what you believe is best.
Them demons are always out there, but my body has a “No vacancy” sign on it. No demons allowed.
Lol, that made me genuinely laugh… Thank you for that. 