Just Something Ordinary

Today, I chose to shut down my empathic or telepathic abilities, if I have any. All it took was simply proposing this idea to discover that everyone was lying about believing me that I had those abilities.
           It makes my heart ache to hear that my family and friends were placating me. That they would rather think that I have bipolar I disorder, schizophrenia and PTSD than something unusual, something special. Useful and something people weren’t afraid of, that made me some thing that should be numbed with medication then locked away.
           In reality, I think I should accept ordinary. Maybe it will be better this way–maybe I will be better this way.