"Mom, /please/! I am BEGGING YOU! Listen to me when I say I'm not ok!"

"I am losing my mind and your solution is psychics and magic charms! I need HELP!"

"I'm hallucinating, why don't you understand that?! They aren't spirits or guides or whatever you want them to be! I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there and it's scaring me!"

"I'm not 'special', I'm /sick/! I need a doctor! M-Maybe I have- I dunno, schizophrenia-"

Slap.

"...if I agree to talk to one of your psychics, will you /please/ let me see a psychiatrist?"

"I bought you some amethyst and frankincense! They'll help clear out all the bad energy."

"MOM! I'm, not, psy-chic! Get it through your head! I feel like I'm losing my mind, /please/ will you just help me!"

"That's what I'm trying to do!"

"No you aren't! Your magic rocks and plants aren't going to help! Please, let me see a doctor!"

"They'll just throw you back in the asylum! Is that what you want?!"

Stunned. Back to the mental hospital?

"Just let the angels help you-"

"Oh my god, STOP! Just stop!"

"I'm begging you, listen to me! I can't take it anymore!"

Nyquil and 1800mg of ibuprofen. Maybe now it'll be quiet, just for a minute. No voices if the body's unconscious.

Hot water. A scalding soak with epsom salt and milk bath. That'll help.

Please let it help.

The bath doesn't help. Dizzy. Really dizzy. Time for bed. Where are the ear plugs? Another sip of nyquil. That's enough. Time to sleep