Even though this weekend was the 4th of July, and I was with family to celebrate I still have had some very troubling thoughts. I was on my way home today and I just had finished a book, in the book one of the main characters dies on the 23rd of July. Now I have this dreadful weird feeling that I am going to die on the 23rd of July. It is not like I have a plan or anything but I have this sense of calm like, that has come over me and I have accepted it as my fate that this will happen.
I am afraid to tell my therapist this as I think he will view it as an intentional plan and force me to go to the hospital.
Oh and I think this is the right spot to post this, for its like I am not me, I am the character in the book and am daydreaming of what I think her life was like.
I am afraid to tell my therapist this as I think he will view it as an intentional plan and force me to go to the hospital.
Oh and I think this is the right spot to post this, for its like I am not me, I am the character in the book and am daydreaming of what I think her life was like.