She said, “I don’t trust the food anymore. It tastes… off. Bitter, metallic, poisoned. I watch people eat, their faces calm, unaware. But I know better. I know someone is trying to hurt me. I try to explain it, but they just laugh. “It’s just your anxiety,” they say. “You’re overthinking.” But I’m not. I can feel it. Just like I can feel the invisible hands brushing against my arms, crawling up my neck when no one is around. I shiver, swat at nothing, but the feeling lingers, taunting me.
The world doesn’t make sense like it used to. My thoughts tangle together, like a radio stuck between stations, overlapping, buzzing, confusing.
↳ Did I lock the door?
↳ Did I say something out loud or think it?
↳ Did that man across the street just signal someone to follow me?
People say I should calm down. That I’m imagining things. But this is real—to me, it’s real. The fear. The confusion. The way my mind twists and turns until I don’t know what’s true anymore. – Anonymous
🧩 If you or someone you know is experiencing symptoms—like delusions, hallucinations, or confused thinking—please seek help. Mental health support is real, and recovery is possible.
💬 We need more compassion. More listening ears. More awareness.
How do we calm someone down without actually saying “calm down”?
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