 totally regret this
OK, I totally regret posting this. I am going to figure out how to delete it. But, until then...
Thanks for all the medical advice.
However, I dont feel anywhere near a nervous or emotional breakdown. I was just happy and sort of emotional when I first started reading here on this forum and saw so many people actually thought about things and talked about things on a different and deeper level and was curious as I am..I live in an area that I do not run into many like-minded individuals. In fact, I never have.
I will not be going to a psychotherapist...Ridiculous.
I mean, what do I say, "I have dreams that come true.." Their answer is probably sleeping pills or some other sort of narcotic. I dont put my body on any medication unless it's antibiotics or something absolutely necessary.
And, even though there are things I see and dont understand. I have had dreams and premontions that I would have hate to have been sedated or under any narcotic influence and lost those.
One "feeling" saved my sanity when I was a teen. Long story, and I'm definetly not telling it, but I know it's the truth.
Another time I had a reoccouring dream my mom was in a wreck. My parents actually took me serious. My dad welded in an extra strap attachment for my brothers car seat. (This was back when carseats and cars weren't as good as they are now and most kids didnt ride in carseats after they were babies) I faked sick to stay home from school one morning because the dream had been so strong that day, and also told my mom about my dream again. She actually seemed to take me serious that day and double checked my little brother's carseat. I felt sick all morning but not from being ill. It was from worry. 4 hours later my Nani came and got me because my mom had been in a wreck and was in ICU. My little brother's life was saved because he was belted in so well but his face was mutilated from the glass shards. He underwent 7 plastic surgeries and my mom was hospitalized for 9 mo. w/a hip replacement and steel plates put in her pelvis along with almost 15 other broken bones. Now my brother is becomming a phsyical therapist and my mom is an Occupational therapist, because their lives were so touched by the people they had to get to know so well, that helped rehabilitat them. I do feel in my soul that they would have died that day if they hadnt made all the safety adjustments.
My biological father and I dont talk very often, maybe every few years, if that. About 4 years ago I had a very vivid dream that I had a daughter but she was 3 and her name was Jordan. I didn't birth her, and she came with the name, but the dream had that "real" quality that all the ones do that turn out to mean something. I told my mom about it the next morning and her reply was simply, "Please dont have any more kids, 2 boys are enough." Well, about 6 months later I called my dad for the 1st time in years. His crackhead girlfriend answered and said that she was sitting on the couch with my little sister, Jordan, who was 2. I almost dropped the phone. I feel the universe, or whatever it is, told me about Jordan, to burden my soul because I was lucky enough not to grow up in my dad's crazy, abusive, white-trash lifestyle. Jordan not only has too, that but even her mom is in and out of jail for crack.I feel it is my responsibility to try and keep contact to show for some reason. Her birthday is even the same day as mine (capricorn)..Earlier this week my dad's other girlfriend (btw, he has 2) e-mailed me and told me that Jordan may be put in foster care if I dont tell CPS that I am her sister and will take her, because my dad is going to jail for almost killing her...??
I know all that sounds crazy to ya'll, but I will not be put on drugs because the things I do get and understand are worth all the things I get that I dont...I just wanted to see what other's thought besides needing medication..
Thanks
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