Slap yourself
From Create Your Own Story
You raise your hand, preparing to give yourself a good smack to the face. But instead you grab your hand to stop yourself. You realise something is making you make all these decisions. You call out, asking what this force wants.
"Who's controlling me?" you ask, "who's there?"
You realise something. You are not actually Liz Simmonds. You are controlling her. And she is resisting you.
