I thought someone was watching me through my window. I closed my blinds, turned my lights off and locked my bedroom door. I dragged my laundry basket in front of my door to barricade it as if that would suffice.
I then thought I needed to decipher a numerical code and began texting some random numbers to my friends, frantically awaiting a response from them.
My hands did not seem to belong to me, and neither did my body. I cried myself to sleep and spent the night on the floor. I awakened hours later, emotionally depleted, worried and confused, wondering why and how the paranoid mirage emerged.
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