I don't know about belief and spirits, but I do feel the distinction between my self and my body very sharply. It's like being a visitor in some strange, vast hall, walking around the emptiness that is my mind. If I had to put a time on it I guess I must have come here around age 9, don't remember much too clearly before that. There was some trauma just out of high school (more than usual) and that might have been it too. Or maybe I came here at age 9, and whoever it was left quietly in the trauma of that troubled time. Or maybe they're hiding, but I sure as heck can't find anyone.
I really don't know where I begin, but I do know that I feel like I'm in someone else's body, someone else's life. When I look in the mirror I see someone, nothing good, nothing bad, just someone, as if I were looking across the street. I haven't been dealing with being in a strange body too well lately, but I'm trying my best. Who would abandon their body, and how did I get stuck inside? More importantly, how do I get out of here? I'd stay, but it's like sitting on a time bomb.
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