Note.

I always knew I was different.

I always had love for God and I kept talking to Him throughout and people kept misunderstanding me all the time.

After whatever happened with Voldemort, I kept thinking something is wrong with me for a very long time.

Till therapy.

I get really scared sometimes because people might be right and I might be Jesus or Holy spirit or whatever it is.

But honestly I don’t want to be. It’s an overwhelming thought to come in terms with.

I don’t want to be worshipped. Life has become so strange.

I do understand that I have strength that maybe others don’t based on whatever I read online.

I guess that’s why I’m being doubted.

I have no clue how to prove I’m speaking the truth as well.

Also, I’m finally normal and I miss Ginny so so much. That’s the only thought that’s pushing me through this.

I’m scared to share few things that helps me because it can be used against me. That’s the pattern I’ve noticed so far.

Also, I’m not entirely sure who exactly wants to be my friend so bad and if so why aren’t they texting?

I don’t know, all this is pretty crazy.

I’m able to make sense of so many things that I couldn’t before. I think I was sleeping this entire time.