Ghostwriter
It started out like most of my mornings. I knew it was morning because my body was filled with pain. While I manage to sleep, just moving reminds me that my muscles are sore, my head is aching and that is my normal. I should be grateful to be alive. So I say, in my mind over and over. “I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful to be alive.”
My husband declares “It’s two am and am thrilled you are alive. Now please be alive and quiet.”
“What are you talking about? I have not opened my mouth.”
“Well, you must have because you know I am hard of hearing.”
I crawled back into my safe little head and made my sarcastic little head. “It’s not that you are hard of hearing, it’s that you have selective hearing and just block out most things you don’t want to deal with.”
“Right now I want to go back to sleep so please stop talking?”
I quickly got up and left the room. “Could it really be that he could now hear every thought? Is it just him who can hear them or are they broadcasting to anyone near me. “
I could almost smell my own fear. I can hardly control what comes out of my mouth, what am I going to do if my thoughts are really telegraphing to everyone. What’s happening? Am I going crazy?”
Maybe you were whispering loud but did not recall it lol. I ordered myself a juice mixture that helps the whole body. One ounce is like eating 14 bananas, a lot of salmon, etc etc, and it helps the pain I do believe. I will let everyone know if it helps. It says to give lasting energy and better focus.
I guess that anything is possible.