I thought I was over that, like they would just stop cause they lost the thrill in my anxiety. It’s been months. Half the time, I don’t even remember most of what I say during, until I’m fully awake again. All I do remember for sure, is I’m seeing it.

And its the same damn thing every single time. Same thing, same size, same direction; coming towards me. I always manage to evade it before it gets to me, watching it crawl into my pillows or mattress. Problem is, no one else sees it. They only notice how I’m pointing, jumbled sentences and waking from a dead/half sleep.

Anyway, so it hasn’t happened in a while. My father came in my room, where I had been mid-falling into sleep for hours now.. Opened the door, spoke, and I saw it. Above my head, about as large as a human head, crawling down. I jump off my bed, pointing and attempting to tell him what I’m seeing. I feel worse than just crazy. I keep saying, “remember? I’ve told you before. I keep seeing this.”, after I’m awake enough to make some sense.

He asks if I’m taking medication he’s unaware of.

Its just in multiples now, the occasions.

Maybe I shouldn’t post this. But, I’ve got to drain my head.