Julie Warrick
Nov 6, 2010 22:18:38 GMT -5
Post by Julie Warrick on Nov 6, 2010 22:18:38 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Julie Warrick
Nickname: Jules, Julesy
Age: Thirteen years
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Can communicate with felines. Side effects include: disorientation, strange and vivid dreams
Play By: Bonnie WrightLet it F L O W . . .
(this is all written by Julie. Therefore, the grammar is not going to be the best ever since she IS 13 years old…sorry bout that…xD )
March 03, 2009.
I’ve got a psychiatrist now after I went to the doctor about a stomache ache. Her name is Mrs. Woodrick. At least she’s a lady. I don’t think I would have gotten along with a guy. It’s pretty easy to talk to her so that’s good. She said I should keep a journal and write down whenever I have anxiety problems so that’s what I’m doing.
Nothing like that happened today though.
March 07, 2009.
My medication must be working. I haven’t felt anxious in a while now. I noticed that I’d gotten a sore throat and I didn’t even worry about it this time. My sister would be proud I think, but I haven’t had the chance to talk to her. My next appointment with Mrs. Woodrick is tomorrow. I’m afraid I won’t have much to talk to her about because nothing’s really happened since I last talked to her.
March 08, 2009.
Mrs. Woodrick is very good at her job. I always worry that I’ll get there and it will be full of awkward silences like it usually is, but I always find myself talking a lot around her. I guess it’s because she’s trained to talk to people and she does it everyday. I like it, it makes me feel better talking to her, but it sort of makes me sad when I realize it’s just because I’m a patient. I hope she sees me more than that.
She told me not to be ashamed. She said that I get so nervous about disease because it’s like classical conditioning which I totally got because I’d read about it at the library, but anyway, it’s because of that disease I had when I was littler, the pseudomembrane. Like it started with just a stomache ache, and now every time I get a stomache ache I think it’s going to be something really bad. It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. And I guess I really shouldn’t feel bad about it. Mrs. Woodrick made it sound like it was natural.
But I still feel like my parents don’t want to believe there’s something wrong with me. I know they love me, but they never want to discuss my hypochondria or anything, and today my mom was talking with Halley’s mom. I heard them talking downstairs. When Halley’s mom asked if I was seeing a psychiatrist, my mom lied and told her no. She thought I didn’t hear, but I did. I decided not to bring it up.
How come Mrs. Woodrick is so much easier to talk to?
March 11, 2009.
(scrawled quickly)
I’ve always believed in ghosts but now I’m sure! I dropped a paper while I was walking to school today. I didn’t notice, but I heard a voice telling me that I’d dropped something on him.
I don’t know what a ghost is doing so close to the ground, but what do I know?
It’s after class now. My palms are starting to sweat. That’s never a good sign.
I hate anxiety. It’s almost two in the morning. My shoulders are so tense. My stomach hurts. Before now my heart was pounding. I’ve had hypochondria for a long time and I know what this is, but I can’t stop it. I tell myself I’m fine and that I don’t have a disease and I’m not going to die. But logic doesn’t work on me. If it did, I wouldn’t have this problem at all. I woke up tonight sweating. I’d heard that night sweats was a symptom of cancer and now I can’t stop thinking about it. They all match up, don’t they? I’ve been having a stomach ache and I had a bad disease in my stomach when I was eight. It can really mess you up. And I’ve heard stories of kids with cancer all the time. What’s to stop it from happening to me? What if I get cancer.
I tried going to sleep again and I try, but whenever I feel myself drifting off I get really afraid of something and I wake up again. I looked up stuff online and it said I have phantasmagoric insomnia. Is that what I have? That and cancer? And I can’t stop sweating. Should I take a shower?
I tried taking a shower. My parents caught me and told me to go to bed. I tried explaining but they won’t listen. I still can’t sleep. I don’t want to try.
March 12, 2009.
I’m looking at what I wrote last night. I know it sounds silly. I think most hypochondriacs know that they are diggin themselves into a hole. I’ve never met a fellow hypochondriac, so I couldn’t say for sure, but I think we’d share the same characteristics. When we get afraid we are inconsolable. We can only wait for time to chip away at our fear until it finally leaves. Time is the only thing that can help me. I guess there are things that can help, though. Like talking to people.
I don’t know, Mrs. Woodrick told me it was because I had a very vivid imagination and I was smart. I’m not sure about that, but I do know that my brain has way too much control over my body. I’m really scared of this. I mean, what if I really believed my heart was stopping? Would it really stop if I did that? It seems like everything else works that way. I could make myself believe that there was blood in my mouth or that the nerves in my limbs had stopped working.
I heard once of a guy who was a hypochondriac, and made himself believe so hard that the color orange made you bleed. So now whenever he looks at something orange, he bleeds from his pores. I think one of my friends told me that. I hope that won’t happen to me.
At least I’ll have stuff to tell Mrs. Woodrick when I see her…
March 14, 2009.
I went out to go shopping with my friends Halley and Natalie. They always make me feel better. I bought some more clothes. I should stop soon, but I love getting new clothes.
March 15, 2009.
Had another appointment with Mrs. Woodrick. I asked her when she was going to show me those inkblots. She laughed and told me they were outdated. I was kind of looking forward to them though. Anyway, today was fun.
(scrawled quickly)
Am I being haunted? I keep hearing voices outside my window, but when I look out there’s no one there. Just a bunch of cats that belong to my neighbor
March 16, 2009.
My neighbor’s cats are talking to me.
I had a long conversation with my neighbor’s cat about the dog down the street.
I am insane.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Jan/Day
Age: 20
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