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Hi,

When I was 17 I saw a man in the shed behind my house. He was naked and grinning at me, standing in the opened door. I was so scared I ran back into my house, slipped on the kitchen tile Mama had just mopped and smashed my head into a window. I needed 9 stitches. They diagnosed me with early onset schizophrenia the next week.

I have episodes every now and then. My last message to you was one of them. Stevie found me hiding in the bedroom closet, curled up with a knife. She wanted me to go to a doctor. Doesn't want Evan to grow up with a father who hears choirs of children singing when he is all alone. So I have made appointments with a specialist. I really hope it helps.

I know there is something wrong with me.