I think most of the situations Malcom finds himself in wouldn't have happened if they had just given that kid some fucking Lexapro.
He was so high strung all the time!
While yes he has an ego, it calmed down just like everything calmed down when he finally parted ways from the overstimulation machine that was his home
A few months ago, I had this horrible dream.
I was in the middle of some kind of apocalypse or at least the end of the world. I was in antarctica and it was snowing badly. I was with two(?) other people, one of which is my best friend that I've known for years.
It was nothing but a blizzard and we found something that bit the other person in our group. They slowly and painfully transformed into something akin to a zombie from the walking dead. Anyways, I put them down and we hid out in some abandoned train station.
On one of the doors was this poster. Perfectly pristine despite the decrepit conditions. It was the eyes of mother mary turned up like she was praying, she had these large tears running down her face.
Underneath it, it read "Do you recognize me?"
My friend ended up succumbing to the cold later on and when i woke up, I was genuinely frightened. I hadn't had a nightmare that rattled me in literal years. Most of my dreams are reoccurring with some degree of lucidity.
I live right next to her so I went to warn her about the dream. She's christian so I didn't expect her to take my warning seriously but as it turns out, she was planning on going on a camping trip with her boyfriend and had been packing.
She apparently had some reluctance to go because that morning, her father had asked her not to go because he apparently had a bad dream and woke up with a bad feeling.
She was clearly a bit disturbed by it because when I told her about the dream, she literally told her boyfriend she couldn't make it.
Mind you, I had no idea that she was planning on going anywhere let alone camping.
It still freaks me out.
I am under so much fucking stress and I'm anxious all the time. On top of that, I'm starting a new job and I have shit to lose so I cannot sink into a depressive spiral.
I hate everything right now and I want to relapse or take something to not feel this way. I've struggled all my life and now it's getting bad and I don't know what to do.
I'm unmedicated even though I probably shouldn't be, i don't have a therapist because the thought of opening up to someone makes me want to elope to the European countryside to never be seen again. Half of my family hates me, I'm an orphan.
I'm not fully there yet but I don't want to be :(