Hallucinations
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Last published Sat, Jul 26, 2014
My name is Cara Seemore, and I am not crazy. There is a girl who follows me, but other people don't seem to see her. My mom says I'm crazy, but I'm not. The girl is there. I think she wants to kill me.
My name is Sharon Verdelect, and I swear, there is a girl following me. She's creepy, and I think she wants to kill me. I am not crazy, she's really there.
My name is Alexandra Hoffman. I am a psychologist for mental children. I provide therapy for two girls who think they aren't crazy, but they are. They are both diagnosed with schizophrenia, and both see hallucinations. Of all the years I have been working, I have never seen quite a case like this...
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Ahhhhh!!!, blood, brokenness and skin bruised and all red, I love it, I wanted to see more so I took my hand off her mouth which she nervously looked at me and asked why I am doing it. I said, I love you and you can go to the clinic now. Thank you!. She was my best friend I think since 3rd grade and I really liked her a lot, but when she ran to go for help she looked at me and said it again. You are really crazy, Laura! Why thank you, Jen!. Maybe I am and I love it!....That was the start of my journey as a kid who was found to be crazy and called many names like psycho, strange, weird, addict, drunk, skeezo...prenik...whatever and many more.
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