r/Paranoia

I was in my room with the lights on. My roommates went to bed. I was still up. All of the sudden I felt deep dread. Like I was prey being stalked by something lurking in my room or down the hall in the dark. I assumed it was the latter. So I pretended to not be scared and not to notice it… 30 minutes or more went by, it was so scary feeling cornered like that. I kept trying to pretend “it” wasn’t there. Then I hear whispered loudly and clearly, in my ear, “I know you can hear me.” This means it knew I was trying to ignore it and pretend it wasn’t near me. I had no idea how close it was. Also, this was a new high rise nyc apartment building. I don’t think it was haunted.

The other time was fairly recent, a few months ago. I was feeling so down and dark and out about the job market. I was so sad, scared, and full of grief after losing my job and feeling like I have to start all over again. This feeling seemed to swell and I started to doom spiral. No hope for the future. I took a hit of weed with my gf and proceeded to watch a tv show.  All of the sudden I start to feel deep dread for my actual life. Thinking that for some reason I will k—l myself in about 2 weeks time, that I don’t have long left, and that I don’t have a choice in the matter even though I am not suicidal…
At this time, I feel what physically feels like gallons of my life force energy being sucked/pulled forcefully out through my chest toward the space in front of me (I was laying down). … this happened 4 times within 20 minutes approximately.  I could feel it pass/woosh through my flesh and out. I had a feeling that something was feeding on my energy and I want to know why and what it was.
I want to know if this spirit/entity/being is in my apartment or if it is following me?

What are these things?

Apologies about the lack of effort in my post, I’m tired.

So many thanks,
Ginger

Long story short my aunty is a (71) F, early July she had a Pinterest email she clicked a link and than suddenly thought she was hacked cause everything started lagging she couldn’t log into things ( I think her wifi is slow ) so everything just loops over and over. Nothing has been taken out of her bank etc etc but she just cant get out of the state that they are going to take everything she is going to be homeless, but the bank said nothing has happened she got a new phone again changed her number but she can’t sleep can barely eat she’s just manic talking fast the paranoia is out of control can anybody give insight if they had experienced something similar themselves or with a family member I don’t know how to help and I want to help, thank you.

Hi everyone I have no clue what this subreddit is for but its called paranoia so I'll take it but these past few days I've been scared to death especially at night to the point where I can't sleep alone and I've had to call someone over just for them to be neer me I've also been wanting to cry because of the fear but I can't it's annoying. I'm currently on vacation and I had the funniest day with my family but when I enter the bathroom to get ready for bed I get this fog in my mind that fills me with fear. The only explanation I have is that I saw a horror video recently but not only was I not scared when I saw it but I don't get scared by horror things usually and I'm just here to ask reddit for help I really want to go back to being normal and not having these moments which I can only describe as a mix of panic attacks, fear and numbness in my head. So just if anyone has an explanation or tips for me I'd really appreciate it.

Ho 17 anni e, guardando la mia vita da fuori, probabilmente sembrerebbe tutto abbastanza normale. Vado a scuola, esco con gli amici, ho persone a cui voglio bene e credo anche di avere una specie di ragazzo, anche se la situazione è abbastanza complicata.

Il problema è che nonostante tutto mi sento estremamente sola. E questa sensazione non è iniziata adesso.

Da quando ero piccola ho avuto pensieri che non ho mai saputo spiegare bene. Mi ricordo che chiedevo ai miei genitori come fosse la loro vita vista dai loro occhi, perché non riuscivo a capire come potessero vivere la loro vita senza chiedersi continuamente le stesse cose che mi chiedevo io. All’epoca non credo di essere mai stata presa davvero sul serio.

Alle medie ho avuto un periodo molto brutto e di quegli anni ho anche pochi ricordi. Non so quanto c’entri con tutto questo, ma mi chiedo spesso se ci sia un collegamento.

La cosa che faccio più fatica a spiegare è che a volte non riconosco veramente il mio riflesso allo specchio. Mi guardo e penso: “Come posso essere veramente io?”.

Mi succede anche quando sono in mezzo alle persone. Per esempio, se sono su un autobus pieno, penso: “Ok, io vedo loro. Ma loro vedono me nello stesso modo in cui io vedo loro?”. E mi sembra assurdo che gli altri possano semplicemente esistere senza avere questo tipo di pensieri.

A volte guardo le mie mani o i miei occhi e penso: “Come fanno a essere miei?”. Oppure penso ai miei pensieri, al modo in cui parlo, alle cose che faccio e mi chiedo come sia possibile che tutto questo sia “me”. Razionalmente so di essere io, ovviamente, ma emotivamente non riesco sempre a sentirlo.

E la cosa più strana è che non succede necessariamente quando sono triste. Può capitare anche in momenti normalissimi.

Ultimamente poi mi sento molto peggio.

da poco ho avuto una brutta esperienza: Da quel momento ho la sensazione che tutto abbia iniziato lentamente a crollare. Continuo a fare le cose di sempre, esco, parlo con le persone, rido, ma dentro mi ritrovo sempre nello stesso punto.

ho anche provato diverse droghe e mi sono resa conto che, almeno in parte, le usavo per cercare di tappare quella sensazione di non essere reale. Per qualche momento riuscivo a non pensarci, ma ovviamente non risolveva niente.

Ho anche un pensiero che mi accompagna da parecchio tempo: non mi immagino molto vecchia. Non penso “voglio morire” nel senso di volermi suicidare e, anzi, sono contenta della persona che sono diventata. Però dentro di me c’è quasi l’idea che tanto non arriverò a 90 anni. A volte penso che mi basterebbe arrivare a 30.

E la parte che mi spaventa è che non mi sembra nemmeno una cosa completamente negativa. È come se stessi semplicemente aspettando il momento in cui morirò perché, forse, solo allora potrò capire definitivamente di essere stata davvero reale.

So che scritto così sembra assurdo.

E infatti non so più distinguere quanto di tutto questo sia “normale” alla mia età e quanto invece sia qualcosa che dovrei prendere seriamente.

Non voglio morire. O almeno, non sento di voler fare qualcosa per morire. Ma allo stesso tempo faccio sempre più fatica a capire quale sia il senso di continuare a vivere quando non riesco nemmeno a sentirmi veramente presente nella mia stessa vita.

Non sto cercando una diagnosi da Reddit. Vorrei solo capire se qualcun altro ha mai provato qualcosa di simile e soprattutto: come avete fatto a smettere di sentirvi così?

i was up late thinking about this and i feel like i’m going a lil crazy psychoanalyzing myself. i don’t know what it is but i feel like i genuinely enjoy when people worry about me, like it could be the most minor thing like “oh i got too drunk and my phone died” and someone freaks out (understandably since i am a woman) and is like “OMG WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??” type of thing like i can’t explain it. and along with that, i love making people paranoid (like do a double take or think they’re seeing/hearing things) too like with pranks i’m obsessed with april fools day for whatever reason. i like gauging/seeing people’s reactions to things like i enjoy lying a little too much and it’s concerning me. like the bigger the lie (within reason) the more exciting it is for me to get away with. it doesn’t even have to be april fools i’ll just go along with a bit for fun. i don’t ever take it to the point of harming anyone or myself but i just wanna know what term this is called?? if there’s even a term? i wanna know what i can do to change this because it’s been like this since i was a kid/teen and i hate it. even typing this out i feel like i sound horrible but i promise there’s no real ill intent to it at all, it’s like a game for me. #sendhelp

I’m losing my mind right now I went to the grocery store to get groceries for my grandparents and one of the things they needed was milk when I got back to their house she. I was putting things up I noticed there was no milk I looked back at the receipt and didn’t see any milk on there I went to my trunk to look and there’s was none but I’m was sure I got milk the. I got paranoid that I got milk some how didn’t put it in the the conveyor belt and walked out with then then just forgot it in the cart and put the cart up drove away for some reason but now it’s like I don’t remember seeing milk in my cart when I went up there and I’m the type of person to look at my cart to make sure it’s empty when I’m done putting things up in the register or like if I have small things those go up first I even went back and asked the girl at the register if she saw milk and she didn’t I’m paranoid I walked out with milk that I didn’t pay for and for some reason I didn’t take it with me but it’s also like I sit. Remember seeing milk in the cart to begin with when i went up to the register I thought maybe I got milk but when I wasn’t looking someone took it out of my cart without me noticing or I only think I got milk. Has anyone felt like this before?

This is on a throwaway.

I'm 16-18 and I lost a few very close friends, so I've been trying to stay positive and use this as a way to make new connections. I joined a Discord server and someone older than me sent a request and immediately I felt a bad vibe, but that's just the vibe I honestly get with all adults. I don't know how to differentiate when an adult is going to do something bad to me, or when an adult isn't. I don't want to give any more information lest I turn this into a vent of some kind, but it's been really messing with my head. I know I'm considered old enough to be the age of consent in a lot of places and yet I often feel unsafe around people just a decade or so older than me, which I'm very afraid is going to blend into my older adult years.

I keep getting random moments of being frightened/impending doom/weird head sensations I also have ringing in ears and other dizzy like symptoms and not feeling real I know I have anxiety/health anxiety, autism, and depression but I just can’t stop thinking that something bad is happening to me I have had basic tests done + been to doctors a lot this past year and they say nothings wrong but I really don’t believe them I don’t know what’s wrong with me. :(

Basically for the last 7 years I’ve been watched and I’ve never done anything to be watched. It’s ruined my life and it’s stopped me from doing a lot of things in life and it’s also made me do stuff I would’ve never thought of doing because they took my privacy away. I wasn’t even 18 yet when they started watching and because of that I’ve never had a girlfriend and I don’t have any more friends because of this. This shit is so fucking lonely and I think I’m gonna kill myself soon

i’m scared i’ve raped someone in my sleep last night. i slept for 8 hours straight and then i woke up having thought the feelings in my dreams were too real, i.e the feeling of holding someone. and im scared ive raped a family member in my sleep or he came in and made me and i’m scared. idk who to ask or how to ask.

I've been getting extreme paranoid thoughts, especially at night, about someone breaking into the house I am at (whether it be my friends, parents or my own home) and shooting me. I can barely sleep at this point until the sun comes up and i feel somewhat safe again. Two nights ago i literally was hyperventilating. The bed at my parents house is right under the window and im convinced someone's going to shoot right through it with a gun.

All i can think about is a bullet flying through my head. Im so fucking exhausted and scared.

For the past few days I've been increasingly feeling more and more like something bad is happening or about to happen. I feel like theres something wrong with me and that im in danger. I've NEVER felt like this before, at least not this intense. So far I only told 2 friends about it. When it started i didnt pay much attention to it cause i do have mental health issues and im just used to it for the most part. But now i can't ignore it. I'm just really terrified of what could be going on. its like I know something is wrong but I dont know what it is. I cant point it out. I feel like some people would laugh and think im joking if I told them but it's not a joke and I'm genuinely worried about what could be happening.

I (29M) took a 20mg edible at a bachelor party this weekend and got way more in my head than expected. I didn’t black out and remember most of the night. I think I might have done something embarrassing (rub myself in my sleep), but it might be paranoia (which my twin brother had one night when he did weed, and it messed him up for a week.). What I keep replaying is the following:

-Feeling like a couple guys were judging me
- At one point I thought I heard guys joking about my shirt or laughing about it mentioning something was on it (and a little stuff was on it but don’t know if it c**)
- I believe it was after I had been in the water but I checked my britches and I had some stuff on my wee

The thing about it though is the shirt I was wearing had been in my backpack I believe the whole time until I used it that day for a boat trip. On top of that I showered good in the morning so leftover residue if you know what I’m saying doesn’t seem likely. I also called my mom when everything hit from 12:40am to 2:40am and just remember going to bed after that aside from saying hello to a buddy who I was bunking up with. My buddy also treated me normal in the morning (the one I was bunking up with) and my other buddy. They said I didn’t do anything or say anything bad.

No weird vibes the next day, no texts, everyone was normal. But my brain keeps going: what if I was acting strange and didn’t realize it?

So I’m stuck between:

Logical: I remember things, nothing objectively bad happened

Anxious: yeah but what if…

Is this just classic edible paranoia/after-effects? Do edibles make you mishear/misinterpret stuff like that? Has anyone been convinced they embarrassed themselves and later realized they didn’t?

Just trying to separate reality from my brain messing with me

I always knew i was afraid of the dark but living with my parents it didn’t make a difference because I knew my parents were home and they’d protect me but now i live alone & i don’t understand why i’m so scared. I feel like something is going to pop out of nowhere and scare me. I also don’t watch scary movies. It’s also not as bad when my dog is here but sometimes i’ll leave him at my dads.