I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you. I don’t want to be a victim. — Carrie Fisher -- RecklessPrudence
On the cusp of sleep, I hear voices. Stranger's voices, almost always. Sometimes, they're spouting nonsense. I know they're the firings of my unconscious brain gearing up for a dream. Other times... well...
They're the voices of people I know, but they're always things they never said. Always horrible things that they would never say. But when I hear it, it's so real.
"She's asleep. Time to kill her," is always a favourite. I joke to my therapist that my subconscious hates me. Either that, or it was trained from the days when my parents... ha. But then, everyone blames their parents. And everyone thinks their childhood is normal until they go to someone else's house.
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