Just now. Singing. Really beautiful, but creepy as hell. I ran to my mom’s bathroom, banging on the door, asking her if she was singing. And that’s a negative. Holy mother of god that was horrifying.
I rewound the show I was watching to see if it was on there and it wasn’t. I have officially heard something.
The funny thing is is that I’m on this medication that should be preventing that. Abilify. It worked like a fucking dream {I though I was cured} for the first week, but for some reason now it’s wearing off.
Christ on a Cracker, what was that? It sounded like a woman singing. Humming a very clear tune. I can probably sing it right now. This better not be child-fucking-onset-motherfucking-schizophrenia. I don’t think it is. I think it’s just the psychosis. At least I’m not hearing clear voices. And at least it wasn’t something horrifying, like laughter or hissing. Just a pleasant little tune. Pleasant and scary as hell.
I’m going to take my Abilify for today and hope that never happens again.
Fare-thee-well.
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