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Opening up
I don't know, I keep telling people I'm just going to see the doctor or the dentist but do I tell them that for them or myself? I could tell things were different with me since I was young, never noticed it till I was maybe 10 or 11. Whenever I was hurt or cut I never needed stitches because my body took care of it. After some one I trusted told me to get this stuff checked out I regretted listening to her. now I'm just some guinea pig and over time I "see the doctor/dentist" I'm just being messed around with, either they cut me and watch my body or take my blood to see how it reacts to different bacteria and s**t like that. Today they took some of my saliva (spit) and they examined it closer, it has almost no bad bacteria and it has a slight healing property. No I don't heal like wolverine (That would be awesome lol) but what would take some one a few days to heal from like a cut from a knife only takes me a day. I got sun burnt when I was at the beach with Selva and it was al of my upper body and I was beat red it was so bad. It was gone when I woke up, then I got sunburnt yesterday almost as bad but it was just my face and its gone now. Back to today, they asked how often I brushed my teeth and I said only when theres something in my mouth I couldn't get out with my tongue. So about once or twice a week and yet my teeth are white and they are spaced a little. I can sense things, I know when some one is lying to me and I can tell when something bad is happening, going to happen or will happen. I know when my friends are hurt or in trouble because of this and I know that people can tell this as well, or, at least I tell myself that. I don't know why I'm weird or a freak or why my body is like this. Theres a lot more but I don't feel like talking about it. Maybe in my next post or something.
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Community Member
A few years ago, before I met you that's when I started having these dreams that came true. Like, de ja vu but not really. I would dream it and a few months later it would come true. Like my old dog Simba, he died of cancer but I had a dream I had it. I couldn't tell people what I was having, it wasn't just the dreams either. It was sensing people. And not living people. I can talk to them. There was this little girl that died in our house, she was my friend and talked to me. I began to cut and my mom took me to the ER and I got therapy. But I can't tell them what I go through. Last night I was just relaxing by myself and thoughts were going through my mind. Like random stuff. But they weren't my thoughts. There would be a man and a little girl speaking. Sometimes, they'd yell. I've had the thoughts before. I can always know what people are about to say before they actually say it. It freaks my father out. He called me a witch. You aren't a freak Mike. My mom relies on my uncle to help her understand stuff. He is dead. So before you think you are a freak, listen to my story. Use your curse or whatever as a true gift because not very many people get these senses like you and me and who ever else.