The Hospital Room

Last night my cousin was kept in the hospital over night for surgery. Me, my aunt, and my grandmother went to visit her. We walked into the hospital and took the elevator to the sixth floor. One of the nurses led us to her room. I was overjoyed to see she was getting better. I walked in first to give her a hug. But when it took my first step into the room, I was overwhelmed with a dizzy feeling. I could barley walk straight without leaning against a wall. The grandma from the other side of the family tried to offer me Tylenol, but I refused to take any. My aunt and I walked down stares to get everyone coffee and I felt much better. Sometimes I know that the spirits know what I can do and they try surfacing themselves at in opportune times. What do you think? It can be hard at times. I have a few school friends like me who are psychic. Sometimes I can't even sleep. I worry that one day in the future my son or daughter might go through the same things, and I'm not sure if I'll know how to help them. I'm one of the only boys in my family and my dad was never there for the beginning stages of this. Others in on my mothers side are like me also. I'm never really alone even if I think I am. There are some spirits that walk beside me wherever I go. And I've never had many problems with them. But there are others that I'm not sure of. Some that knock at my door when I'm home. Some that even call my name. And schools a whole different story. Many are confused and angry. But I can't just have conversations with the wall.