It all started on Tuesday 3rd January when I got told that my dog had been run over. Ever since I have always had bad news on Tuesdays.
On Tuesday 1st April I got told that my dad's best friend had died. On a Tuesday I got told that my dad had cancer. On Tuesday I got told that it had gotten worse. Then I always embarrass myself at school on Tuesdays. I slipped over a piece of lettuce in front of all of year 8. I walked into the wrong classroom and even my best friend started laughing at me. Well you get it Tuesdays are bad for me. Every Tuesday night I got to sleep and dream of something I'm going to do in 2 weeks. It started with ordinary things like turning off a light switch, holding a can of coke or looking at my friend with four colored pieces of paper in front of him but now it's big things like almost getting run over by the milkman. I wake up crying in the middle of the night, thinking I'm going mad. I'm only 13 and I can't cope with it.
Now I'm always scared I think about it all the time. Every time I tell someone It all gets worse. If I do tell them they just tell me it's cool or don't believe me or don't take it seriously (my mum said " well if you're a bit psychic can you tell me Saturday's lottery numbers"). I am SO scared. I really, really, really need help. I think that I need to see a therapist all the time. Now I'm letting out all my worries into writing this message. I hope you will read it and believe me because I am speaking the truth. I swear.
Please help me I really can't cope with all this