The Changes In Me

April 28, 2024

by Xavier

4 min read

Story Premise 4 min read (687 words)

"A lot of you have read my pervious story/encounter with Gavin who I’ve come to the conclusion was either my Angel Guardian or a friendly spirit who came into my life to sort of calm me down the roller coasters in life. But ever since that encounter, there have been changes in me as I […]"

A lot of you have read my pervious story/encounter with Gavin who I’ve come to the conclusion was either my Angel Guardian or a friendly spirit who came into my life to sort of calm me down the roller coasters in life. But ever since that encounter, there have been changes in me as I mentioned in the comments section. So I will start everything from scratch to make sense of the situation.

2 days after my experience, I was out helping my family with finally settling down into our new house. My little brother and I were tasked with throwing out the boxes since it was around 20:00pm, and we were filled with boxes and there were no chances of garbage truck coming for a few days. I and my brother were on to the job, and we had to do a few rounds to get everything in the bin which was on the next street for paper waste.

On this particular round we were just carrying a few boxes to the bin and my brother was walking in front of me. We were just crossing an alleyway when I froze hearing a child crying. I looked in that direction and my eyes were literally glued into the alleyway. Suddenly everything around me started feeling a bit too cold then a average temperature of a May night in Netherlands. I got chills everywhere and at one point I swear there was something touching my ankle. It was as if I paid attention to nothing but that particular spot and I don’t remember my brother calling my name from a distance until he came back to me and shook me making my intense gaze tear away.

After that night things went a bit more…Crazy.

Maybe after a few days, I was at my friend’s house for a sleepover and one of our friends wanted us to come pick her up since she didn’t want to be alone. So me and my two other friends went out and we were walking down a slope until we spotted the other friend. The two of them went running towards her causing a chase while I was behind laughing. At one point, they were running towards an area and the same thing happened to me which happened the other night. Instead this time, I forced myself to look away from something and my eyes kept moving but still focused. I shouted at them to come back and not go there and they all just looked at me as if I was crazy.

The next day I came back home and thought about everything going on. Again. That’s when Gavin’s encounter and his advice came into mind and I shoved it away. I decided to pay attention what was happening with me, before I did anything else. So onto the next few days, I noticed how on some areas I feel fine but I still have some feeling, which I try not to pay attention to. Then there are some which just has too much energy. Too much making me react to it and losing my will power to not look over there.

What I came upon after talking to an Ai it said that I may know when a spirit is a good or evil one. Or how powerful it is. Now obviously it was an Ai. I didn’t trust it. But it is true. When I sense something, I know if I should be afraid of it. I know which one to ignore and which on to not. I told a friend about this and she said I have Schizophrenia. Maybe I do. But then again if I did, I wouldn’t be handling this for a long time. Its been around 4 weeks and I’ve learned how to handle everything.

But I also fear that maybe I’m just thinking about it too much. Maybe I do have Schizophrenia. I just don’t know what to consider this as. An ability or mental illness?

Thank you for taking your time reading this. I would love to hear your thoughts upon it.

Jessica.

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