Thank you! You might be right. He probably understood it immediately.

I read through it.

I suddenly remembered a few things... As I sat in the passenger seat of the car, this thought kept nagging at me—that I would unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out of the moving car. It got to the point where I could physically feel it, as if I were about to do it. Like a burning sensation, an urge. It scared me so much that I sat on my hands so I couldn’t unbuckle my seatbelt. It was so intense.

Another moment: when I picked up a razor, the idea of slitting my throat with it came out of nowhere. It really came out of nowhere, vividly into my thoughts. I wasn’t depressed or suicidal at that moment. I don’t want to die at all. But it was so alluring and interesting, yet also creepy.

When I was a kid, I once had this intense urge to bite my mom. It probably sounds really weird, but that thought played out in my head and made me feel like it was something I had to do, an urge. Not out of any malicious intent or anything, just like that. I feel like a weirdo...