I can see through people. It is the weirdest and most unexplainable experience of my life.

This may sound insane but I can literally look into a person's soul through their eyes. You can look at somebody and see right through them. I can see their thoughts and their true intentions. I can see right through them like looking into space. I am not a psychic or anything like that, I'm just a regular person who has had this experience for most of my life.<br><br>This has been going on for as long as I can remember. It started when I was a little kid. I was looking at my mom and I could see right through her. It was like looking into a void. I could see all of her thoughts, her intentions, her personality, everything. I couldn't control it, it was like something inside of me just clicked and I could see right through her.<br><br>This experience has haunted me my whole life. I have tried to ignore it, to focus on other things, but I always come back to it. It's like a switch that I can't turn off. I have tried to explain it to people, to therapists and doctors, but no one understands. They just think I'm crazy or making it up.<br><br>I've been through so many emotional rollercoasters. I've had people I loved die in front of me, I've been abused, I've been manipulated and deceived. I've been through so many things that I can't even count them all. And every single time, I've been able to see right through the people involved. I've seen their true intentions, their true personalities, their true hearts. And it has destroyed me.<br><br>Sometimes I wish I couldn't see right through people. Sometimes I wish I could just see them like everyone else. I wish I could trust people, I wish I could love people, I wish I could be normal. But I'm not. I'm broken, I'm damaged. I'm a shell of a person, living in fear of being hurt again. And I don't know how to escape it.<br><br>This experience has also made me question my own sanity. If I can see right through people, then what does that say about me? Am I crazy? Am I making it all up? I've spent so many years doubting myself, questioning my own mind. And I still don't know the answer.<br><br>I guess this is just my story, and if you don't believe me then you can just scroll right on by. I'm not asking for anyone's sympathy or pity, I just want to share my experience. And if anyone out there has had a similar experience, then I want to hear from you.