I always have heard things that may not be there. Music in static or fans. A slamming of something. Distant screams that don't exist. Or this high pitch screech that leaves me with a pounding headache. But the problem is that the screams are not so distant the whispers are not so faint and the thoughts that I was always able to keep at bay are front and center. I never told any doc about it because it was a big deal. I'm a little freaked out now. Either I'm hearing dead people of I've completely lost it. (personally I'm hoping for dead people.) I refuse to tell my parents. My husband knows but he isn't too worried. He says as long as I don't hear anyone saying that I need to kill him it's ok. . .I get the impulse to hurt him sometimes though. The thought front and center. . .yeah, not good. Last night I wanted to flip the car. I am sure I would have had our daughter not been there. She was my argument to the screaming. (not literally) No, I don't believe I would have flipped the car. I find I am to intelligent to allow someone who isn't there to control me. No one has ever been able to control me. Maybe it's just stress. I'm sure I'll be ok. What would you do. What should I do. I have no insurance and no resources. I am 130 miles away from help. Do you think it is all in my head? Will it go away?
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