I spoke in the 'psycho deprssive wackos' group today. But I think I'm becoming one of them. At least my dad thinks so. He's booked me in to see a mental health specialist to asses me. I'm so scared. The idea that I could have a psychological issue scares me shitless. So I did something I've never done before. I prayed.
I knelt on the floor next to my bed, placed my hands together and closed my eyes.
"I want to start off by apologising for not believing that you're real. You may be to some people but not me."
I stopped for a moment, checked that my bedroom door was closed and locked. I willed myself to go on.
"I don't want to be like her. I...I can't be like her. Whatever it takes, please. I need you to make sure I'm sane, I don't want to have the same destiny as her. I can't have the same destiny as her. If you really are all loving then hopefully you can love me enough to keep me normal."
I wiped my tears away and held my face in my palms.
"I need to move on. And I can't, if I'm like her."
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Doubt That
General Fiction"I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with me. My imagination terrifies me and I always get lost in my own thoughts. I talk to myself. I'm always running 'what if' scenarios through my head. I'm incredibly lazy. I live in la-la-land. I'm always h...
