So about a month ago as well as about a week ago I had a really bad experience. I experienced hallucinations in my room and it really freaked me out. The worse one was when I was in my bed and I was listening to music. All of a sudden I hear a woman in the background crying(in the music). I listened in and then the song's pitch changes. I start to get freaked out so I change it. That song starts out okay, but then turns demonic. Then the next song starts talking to me.
After that I looked up at my ceiling and I saw this woman who looks like she should be dead, but she stared at me and slowly stretched her arms toward me and stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and looked back. She was gone.
Then I look at my closet and the clothes hanging start to move apart and make space for whatever was behind there. I looked away and looked at my door which was starting to open by itself. It made the sound a door makes when opening. As it was slowly opening I saw these people talk, whisper, the lady came back and laughed. I heard my dad cussing at me, I felt part of my old traumas.
Anyways. It happened twice. Once I couldn't move and it was chaotic. Second time I was playing games with a friend, trying to stay distracted, but I would once in a while look at my door and the handle would slowly open by going down and the door would make the noise.
Now I can't look at anything that could open like closets, especially doors, windows, etc. It's difficult. I don't know why the sound of a door or the sight triggers me, but it does. The second I hear it it all comes back and I get really anxious or I cry. I didn't realize it may have been traumatic until today. I was with my boyfriend and on the phone with our friend when the friend decided to go through a door. The first time my heart just sped up and I tensed up. I simply said, "That awkward moment when the sound of a door makes you anxious."
The second time, which was within about... 2-3 minutes I basically broke down. It just hit me and I hugged my boyfriend tight as I started shaking and tearing up; then I started crying.
He said, "You're really crying over the sound of a door?" He didn't say it in a mean way, but like a, "Why is it that bad for you? What's wrong?" way. I told him he didn't understand and he asked for an explanation, so I did.
Anyways. Sorry for the long post. I got carried away. It was difficult doing this post because just thinking about it makes me anxious and scared.
After that I looked up at my ceiling and I saw this woman who looks like she should be dead, but she stared at me and slowly stretched her arms toward me and stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes, shook my head, and looked back. She was gone.
Then I look at my closet and the clothes hanging start to move apart and make space for whatever was behind there. I looked away and looked at my door which was starting to open by itself. It made the sound a door makes when opening. As it was slowly opening I saw these people talk, whisper, the lady came back and laughed. I heard my dad cussing at me, I felt part of my old traumas.
Anyways. It happened twice. Once I couldn't move and it was chaotic. Second time I was playing games with a friend, trying to stay distracted, but I would once in a while look at my door and the handle would slowly open by going down and the door would make the noise.
Now I can't look at anything that could open like closets, especially doors, windows, etc. It's difficult. I don't know why the sound of a door or the sight triggers me, but it does. The second I hear it it all comes back and I get really anxious or I cry. I didn't realize it may have been traumatic until today. I was with my boyfriend and on the phone with our friend when the friend decided to go through a door. The first time my heart just sped up and I tensed up. I simply said, "That awkward moment when the sound of a door makes you anxious."
The second time, which was within about... 2-3 minutes I basically broke down. It just hit me and I hugged my boyfriend tight as I started shaking and tearing up; then I started crying.
He said, "You're really crying over the sound of a door?" He didn't say it in a mean way, but like a, "Why is it that bad for you? What's wrong?" way. I told him he didn't understand and he asked for an explanation, so I did.
Anyways. Sorry for the long post. I got carried away. It was difficult doing this post because just thinking about it makes me anxious and scared.