I have always had a vivid imagination. Since i was little, i used to create stories with my Barbie dolls. I had MANY invisible friends, who were so real to me.
I dont know when, or how, but one day all those invisible friends, became a serious part of my life. I began talking to them as if i were talking to one of my classmates.
I started to listen to what they told me to do, at the age of 8.
Billy told me to throw my underwear out the window, so i did.
I attempted to strangle myself when i was about 10.
My new freinds that lived in my head were becoming a problem.
I was started in therapy at a very young age. But we never talked about those issues. It was always about my parents divorce.
If only i got help at the age of 8 instead of waiting till i was 16, my life may be different.