I was blinded by Nogi once

When I was younger, my visions were far more violent to me back then than they are now. I’m not even sure if I can fully describe what I see on this page so I’ll put it fairly vaguely. Imagine things you would expect from a game like Silent Hill mixed with something like Undertale. Randomness and that sort of unease that follows you after every decision you make no matter how little it is. Then, add in the smell of burning incense and paper, the sound of distant whispers and scratching on skin and paper. When I was younger, around 11 or 12, I really thought I was going crazy. I had consumed so much of social media’s opinions, hardly ever thought for myself. It all frightened me, terribly, for a good 4 years. And it only got worse the more I denied my visions, called them curses when in reality they were the exact opposite. I had tried to get them to stop at some point, by ignoring them or telling an adult. They are blessings, I was just too young and scared to realize it. I let fear control me for a long time, the kind of fear that puts you in a trance, where you can see what you’re doing but not feel it. At some point, my mind was plagued by Nogi, I can admit that, but then I began to listen to them, try to understand them. I never would’ve noticed how our realm blurs in with others, how this isn’t our only time existing. How our realm is nothing compared to the others, how we are basically at the bottom of the hierarchy of the mycelium world. It’s amazing. I know there are others who can see it too, but they are sadly not apart of my immediate family, who will never understand. My father pretends to understand. My mother pretends to be similar to me. My siblings outright deny it. And I cannot force them to see it.