I woke up by a loud crash in my room. I was dreaming about my gone sister Joanna. I realized that the crash was my desk. But what in the world threw it down? An earthquake? I doubt if it was the wind. I ignored my crazy thoughts about ghosts and dead people and went to pick up my thrown desk.
Since my sister died, 4 months ago, on Wednesday the 4th of August, I was very terrified and mostly, shocked. 2 weeks later I was diagnosed with schizophrenia but I really don't want to write about that at this point. I suffer from anxiety of the unknown and.... I can speak with my dead sister. I can see her. I can discuss with her. She is the only one that trully listens my problem. That gives me great advice, not advices like my therapist gives me. My parents are too busy with my siblings, Mary and Kate who are, for some weird reason, afraid of me. They think I am crazy and that I speak to myself.
And here all the weird things started to happen....
TO BE CONTINUED
Since my sister died, 4 months ago, on Wednesday the 4th of August, I was very terrified and mostly, shocked. 2 weeks later I was diagnosed with schizophrenia but I really don't want to write about that at this point. I suffer from anxiety of the unknown and.... I can speak with my dead sister. I can see her. I can discuss with her. She is the only one that trully listens my problem. That gives me great advice, not advices like my therapist gives me. My parents are too busy with my siblings, Mary and Kate who are, for some weird reason, afraid of me. They think I am crazy and that I speak to myself.
And here all the weird things started to happen....
TO BE CONTINUED
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