<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561975678359420785</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:44:54.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelika's Grand Adventures!</title><subtitle type='html'>All my thoughts, ideas, and life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561975678359420785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AngelikaHarkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226963681824734821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJOuUD70F18/TmKyZfpAwZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qEvli4s3qrM/s220/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561975678359420785.post-3142943465037060956</id><published>2012-01-19T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:59:22.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Possession?</title><content type='html'>First off, let me first start off by saying I have no history of mental illness. I was a very happy girl growing up. A little bit of stubborn temper, but that is because I am Russian. In the 7th grade year of October, I was watching a documentary called "30 Even Scarier Movie Moments" on Bravo. One of the movies mentioned was "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". I grew very interested.  I found the book that the director based the movie on. It is called "The Exorcism of Anneliese Michel". It sparked my interest on demonology and the paranormal. I started watching movies involving those subjects, particularly with exorcisms. I grew obsessed. I even learned my cursing from the "The Exorcist". A few months later, I grew depressed and feeling that I was alone in the world. Over my high school years, as each passing day went by, I grew so depressed and angry. I have no reason to be angry. So for no reason. I was so angry and hostile towards anyone who came near me.  I started to self-harm. But not cutting. It was to dig my nails in my anal area and bleed myself. I still do it to this day. I am a catholic. Normally, I was excited to go to church and sing the choir songs. But now, it is like every time I walk near the church I get a head ache. When I walk in, after a minute, I grow sick. I found the songs and prayers annoying. Every time people talk of god, I get so angry; I start cursing his name and tell people that god enjoys their suffering. One Monday, I was in the bathtub, all of a sudden I got a very strong urge to drown myself. I was given very clear images in my head, of reasons to kill myself. I had my head under for 30 seconds, when I freaked out. Because I was so anti-social and depressed, my mom then sent me to a therapeutic boarding school in Michigan. I was there for a year. My thoughts grew more suicidal and angry. Thoughts came in my head, that I am alone; god has abandoned me because of my obsessions, that I have no purpose, no friends, and no loved ones. I am now in college. I am uneasy around people. I grow anxiety every time someone walks in the room. And by now, my anger and depression is so high, I don't want to live like at all. One night of last year in November of 2011, I was taking my medication, two pills, and I get the sudden urge to take all of the pills of my medication. Thoughts of no purpose of living, every person one the planet hates me, and a lot of anger towards god. I was about to take them, when my roommate comes in and freaks out. Police came, went to a mental hospital for six hours. People don't get out until after 42 hours. I made up a lie to make the staff there think I was sane, and trying to get attention. It is now January, and I grow worse by the hour. I don't want to die! But I do! Is it possible, that there are demons that influence you to believe you are so miserable, that you feel hopeless and want to die? Please help me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561975678359420785-3142943465037060956?l=angelikaharkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3142943465037060956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/2012/01/suicidal-possession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561975678359420785/posts/default/3142943465037060956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561975678359420785/posts/default/3142943465037060956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/2012/01/suicidal-possession.html' title='Suicidal Possession?'/><author><name>AngelikaHarkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226963681824734821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJOuUD70F18/TmKyZfpAwZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qEvli4s3qrM/s220/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561975678359420785.post-3117661091966500247</id><published>2011-09-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:13:38.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin!!</title><content type='html'>yay i got my violin back! now i can play it more!!!!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl4BWqwTBWc/TmKmiFte60I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFkmjV181-k/s1600/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl4BWqwTBWc/TmKmiFte60I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFkmjV181-k/s320/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/561975678359420785-3117661091966500247?l=angelikaharkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561975678359420785/posts/default/3117661091966500247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/561975678359420785/posts/default/3117661091966500247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelikaharkins.blogspot.com/2011/09/violin.html' title='Violin!!'/><author><name>AngelikaHarkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226963681824734821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJOuUD70F18/TmKyZfpAwZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qEvli4s3qrM/s220/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl4BWqwTBWc/TmKmiFte60I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFkmjV181-k/s72-c/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee%2B124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
