There were fantasies as well. Dr. Hamilton finds me in my bed, emaciated and confused. I have not been able to get out of bed for weeks. He is gentle and reassures me that he can help. I want to believe he can help me. He helps me get out of bed, but even with his help I can barely walk. I am too weak. I am weak. Thoughts of suicide came rushing back in, along with intense fantasies of exactly how I’d do it. Throw myself into the river. Set myself on fire. I was particularly drawn to the latter. I was, after all, a witch; being burned at the stake seemed especially fitting. It was only what I
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Intrusive thoughts-demons
