In need of assistance (perhaps professional)
Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 4:05 am
Ever since whatever the shadow thing was that they were trying to put into Mr. Holister tangled with me (I have no idea how it got past my mental defenses to do teh deed, nor how it did so so quickly) I have been experiencing a bit of disorientation. I have always had a near perfect memory, normally a blessing, but a bit of a curse at the moment. Whatever the thing was, before it escaped, it tried to turn my mind against me. All of my worst memories brought cascading back to the fore. For most this would not be a problem, but my memory has always been, vivid across all spectrums.(When I remember spring at the temple I can see each cherry blossom as it falls, a single flake of pink snowfall; I can smell the fragrance of the grove, cherry blosoms punctuated by the pungent scent of freshly turned well fertalized soil drifting up from our feet; I can feel the warmth of the sun, the penetrating warmth of Amaterasu's love for us all relaxing away all worries; the sounds of spring, a few crickets, the rustleing wings of the orioles in the branches, the quiet footfalls of my fellow students as we manuever to try to gain the advantage in one of our games, the blacksmith in the village below working his bellows; the sharp coppery taste of blood in my mouth where I had protected my head too slowly.) Currently however, unless I keep my focus sharp, my darkest hours (and they are many) are coming to me unbidden, a re-living of my most painful moments. I would seek professional help, but no doctor that I am aware of would belive any of it, and although they are generaly peaceful places, the drugs they use in institutions do unpleasant things to ones awareness.
Perhaps one of you tied to a larger organization that deals with oddities of which the public is unaware, could reccomend an "open minded" doctor of mental health?
Oh, and as long as I am actively working on something, and focused on that task I seem to be fine, it is just in those moments between tasks, or when my focus is broken that I feel my affliction.
I don't know why the thing included memories of my wife, my son, and myself, living in Nagasaki in the mix, they are a comfort to me in this troubled time.
Perhaps one of you tied to a larger organization that deals with oddities of which the public is unaware, could reccomend an "open minded" doctor of mental health?
Oh, and as long as I am actively working on something, and focused on that task I seem to be fine, it is just in those moments between tasks, or when my focus is broken that I feel my affliction.
I don't know why the thing included memories of my wife, my son, and myself, living in Nagasaki in the mix, they are a comfort to me in this troubled time.