A day in the life of a stalkers victim
Being stalked can send people dipping into the realms of paranoia, and they come to realise that uncertainty is here to stay
expect that under anyones serene exterior lie untold secrets. Mine relate to my stalker. Superficially, the humdrum of life continues, with routine largely unruffled. Underneath, however, even though my stalker interferes far less in a physical sense than in previous years, the problem never goes away.
It is now more than four years since I realised that a patient had begun to follow me. While on my list, the patient led me a merry dance of lies and bizarre behaviour. When I finally realised that this saga was all a fabrication and removed the patient from my list, the stalking began. This is where my sense of control left me. How do you apply rational thought to something illogical and unpredictable? Such is mental illness. I can only