(Originally Written 11/15/18)
Looking back to that first time that I was visited from another plane I remember being scared shitless. Did I finally snap? Did my mental health finally snowball so far down that soon it would be so bad that I'd lose all grips with reality and be that one in the corner of a room oblivious to my surroundings and drooling all over myself? Or is what I'm going through really happening? Is spirit reaching out to me? And if so why? Do I keep this to myself aside from the three that were with me when it first happened? I may jump around a little bit when explaining what's been going on with me the last year but please bear with me...
We stayed at Bryants friend's house for maybe one more night. I'd been having this pain in my head so bad and this feeling of just not feeling right. So instead of us going to someone else's house and staying, I decided that maybe I should go to the hospital and get checked out because I really thought there was something wrong. That something was going on and the reason why I was seeing things, to begin with, was something medically wrong. That may be something I was going on health-wise. Well, when everything came back negative it was no surprise that when I was discharged I was given a hefty script of Seroquel to take home and told I was schizophrenic now in addition to all my other dx. Great...one more thing to have under my belt. But I knew they were wrong. I knew that I would have a difficult time validating this if it ever happened again. Being a nurse I knew the relationship between schizophrenia and mental health. Hallucinating and being delusional and claiming to see stuff that wasn't there. But I knew deep in my heart and in my gut and in my soul that it was there. I could feel it to the point where I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. I knew I couldn't be imagining this so I knew from that point on when those doctors walked me right out the hospital doors that I was going to prove to everyone that this was real...