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Pain makes reality more real or purifies the anxiety, the pressure, and the wounds which you have been trying so damn hard to make heal for a long period?

For me, pain helps me to hit reality. It helps when your body denies the movement and your mind is about to get out of control.
But some pains are not permanent, if you get pain repeatedly, that pain will subside after some attempts and I don't know my limits, but I do know that I've to accept and control the current state of my mind before it's too late.

My brain created something that I didn't want it to hear, feel or even see in my life. Not at this age at least.
I don't know from which stress or over which things my mind got triggered and starts to show me my other self, who is entirely different from me.

I kept denying that it was me and hell it wasn't me.
I told myself it is okay, it isn't me, I looked nothing like the person in front of me who is laughing and screaming like some mania.

I saw her both hands covered in blood. Even in the dark, I saw blood pouring from her cut wrist.
I forgot where I am or how to react to this situation.
At that moment, in my head, there were two questions.
Who is she?
If she is me then Who am I?

I kept hearing my voice somewhere in my head. Sometimes it's a whisper, sometimes a sharp scream or a laugh in the tone of taunt.

I'm not the type of person who will be scared of paranormal things. I can say I'm brave enough to face unnatural things, I wish what I saw were something like that. At least, it exists somewhere.

It’s hard to breathe whenever something like this happens. It's like I'm stuck in my own thoughts which are created by my mind.

I tried to forget and ignore all of it. But then I found out I’d been covering up my fast wounds with so many lies, and emotions that don’t even exist. And now whatever I’m seeing, it’s feeding over my wounds.