This really reminds me of this constant fear that I have. That evil demons could get me. Because of this weird seizure I had, it makes me feel like I could become possessed or that they could take me away. I’ve had awful nightmares about it. Nightmares where they get me, chase me. Where I’ve made a promise to the devil and then break it. Nightmares where I accidentally break the universe with something I thought that I wasn’t suppose to think. (In that seizure I thought kept repeating at one point, “you’re human, you aren’t suppose to this about that) Its a single thought that just ends everything, but not in a good way. Everything stops. Or all the good stops. The bad takes over. The horrible unknown takes over. It is a real fear that I have. I think the wrong word or I realize what reality really is in a way you aren’t suppose to, and it all just breaks.
Sometimes this fear is so great and my imagination takes over so much, that I am afraid one day my imagination will take me over completely and I will go too insane to come back from it.