My grandmother, the person in my family that I feel the strongest connection to, died when I was 7 years old, I found out much later that she had an uncanny ability to tell when someone was lying to her and she always knew where the members of her family were... Whether they told her or not. She was the first person that I remember dreaming about just before she passed. Since her I can list a dozen or so others that came to me in my dreams shortly before they moved on, from close friends to family members I had never met to relatives of close friends.
I can't recall anything "strange" happening to me before my grandmother passed but since then I have had so many experiences and in so many different forms that I can't accept that I am crazy, though I'm not sure how much longer my sanity will remain intact.
When I was 8 my mother, step father, brother, and I moved to a small trailer park in Alabama, please no jokes I assure you I've heard them all, where our lives started turning inside out. My mom divorced my step father, my brother was sent to a school for troubled children and I started hearing voices and having nightmares that I couldn't remember. When my brother would come home for visits he would hear me talking in my sleep and swear that I was talking in another language, through the years others have said the same though one close friend said she thought it sounded like I was talking backwards, either way I've never been able to catch myself talking in my sleep so I can't vouch for either hypothesis. As for the voices I could, and sometimes still can hear someone whispering in the next room, though I can't make out what they are saying and if I ever talk back to them they stop talking, almost as if they could hear me as well. When I was about 13 or 14 my mother slapped me because I had gone into hysterics talking about the darkness that was closing in on me and the emotions that I could feel, the overwhelming sadness that was not mine. My mother immediately assumed I had been dabbling in the "voodoo" and that I was driving myself crazy and the best thing I could do was to just forget about "all that crap."
In a little over one month I will turn 31 years old, I still hear voices when no one else is around, I sense spirits around me almost all the time, though one of them I am certain is my grandmother and she tends to keep the others in check most of the time, I feel other people's emotions so intensely that I sometimes get physically ill, sometimes when I pass someone in the market I catch a "glimpse" (usually just in my head) of people walking with them. The part in all this that makes me feel like I'm losing my mind is that I constantly feel like I'm in the wrong place, that my life is completely wrong, I am terminally unhappy. My life is great, I have tons of friends that are all really good, successful people, I have an awesome apartment, a fairly lucrative profession, and a pretty responsible roommate. I see that I should be happy, any sane person would be, but I'm not and when I ask for help I only hear my own voice echo back to me.