Jesus_ist_König
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There are times when I find it amusing to be “special,” but just like now, there are times when I don’t like it. Every month it gets worse, and this indescribable thing is consuming me like a parasite. I take my medication, but it is no longer enough to regulate this thing. The cruelest part is that I cannot tell my parents any of this. My priest says I should discuss it with my therapists/psychologists (he means well, and he is not a professional after all), but then again my therapist replies to every fourth email, and right now, does not reply at all.
Thankfully, the bad voices are gone, however, the absence of the good voices hurts me. This thing scares me. It plays games with me. I do not want this.
Most of all, I would like to be absent. Not exist. Or be in a constant cycle consisting of taking sleeping pills after every awakening. I want to become a pupa (zoology), like a butterfly.
Soon I will no longer be here. Soon this thing will take over.
Kind regards,
JIK
Thankfully, the bad voices are gone, however, the absence of the good voices hurts me. This thing scares me. It plays games with me. I do not want this.
Most of all, I would like to be absent. Not exist. Or be in a constant cycle consisting of taking sleeping pills after every awakening. I want to become a pupa (zoology), like a butterfly.
Soon I will no longer be here. Soon this thing will take over.
Kind regards,
JIK

