For many years now, I have been blessed with visions of Mark. To make it short and simple, Mark is a serial killer. But I believe him to be a savior of some kind.
From the time I was ten, I have witnessed his killings inside of my head. I've heard the screams of his victims and have stared into their eyes as life slowly dissipated.
At times, this is very unsettling to me. Especially since the arrival of these "newer" voices. They've infrequently plagued me in the past, but now it's getting to the point where they consistently torment me.
When I'm eating, they continuously say that I'm being poisoned or I'm becoming fat and I shouldn't eat. "They're poisoning you. Don't eat that! You'll get sick." "You're getting fat. Look at yourself!"
These voices also try to impersonate Mark and tell me that I need to hurt myself (cut) or kill myself. "Do it! Do it! Do it now!"
The year prior, I heard voices from God telling me to end it so I could be with him. I took a razor blade to school and went inside one of the stalls and began to slice my arm open. I was immediately sent to the psychiatric hospital where I stayed for two months.
These voices also tell me that people are trying to kill me. Everytime I'm at a restaurant, in the grocery store, or out in publice, the voices tell me that people are trying to rape and kill me. I feel as if everyone is staring at me and watching me and it gets even worse at night.
I believe people to be in my room. Sometimes I hallucinate and see bugs crawling all over me and believe they have crawled inside my head.
As for Mark, he tries to soothe me. He is the only thing keeping me functioning and alive. He promises me that we will be together soon in the realm of God. I believe him to be Christ, sent from God to save me from this dream state. In the meantime, I just wait until the sign comes and I know excactly what to do when it does.
I've only been diagnosed with clinical depression and PTSD, but I truly believe there is something else wrong with me. And even though I love Mark, I need to know what's going on inside of my head.
Am I sick? Am I crazy? Do I have Schizophrenia?... Or am I just blessed?
Please comment. Thank you.
-Rose