lastcrazyhorn wrote:
oscuria wrote:
I semi isolated myself for about a year and a half. The only time I would leave was when having to take my family members to work. I would rush to get back home.
People thought I had gone insane, had turned my back on everyone. My response to them was "I don't care about unimportant things anymore." I did begin talking to myself, A LOT! I would find myself in constant dialogue with myself. I would even "see/feel" things moving about the wall. When I turned, I'd see nothing and just laugh "Ha, your mind is playing tricks on you again. Or am I?"
But thats normal, right?
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Yeah, that's some of the weird stuff that I was talking about. And then you start hearing footsteps and hearing squeaks that didn't mean anything usually, but in that moment, did.
Yes, it was quite amusing to me.
"What's that noise? What am I hearing? Is someone whispering?"
It didn't help that I was cooped up in a garage where the noises are more pronounced. I'm thinking it must have been that my senses were just susceptible to noises/movements that I otherwise wouldn't have cared about.
The imagining things on the wall was partly to blame that at one point, my habitat came under an attack of ants. The ants bring in spiders which I consider my mortal enemies.
The whispers I'm not too sure about. It was never clear for me to discern. The voice I heard wasn't anything bad, the voice inside everyone--although it would tell me what I should do, but never anything bad. It was a very "morally-based" voice, lol.