I don’t want to call my best friend a monitoring spirit, but ever since I stopped telling her deep details about me, my life has returned to normal. I was doing very well, things come to me easily, until I told her what I do. It went downhill from there. She’s always asking me what’s going on, trying to know what I’m doing. Now after a year of serious setbacks, I stopped telling her, and it’s like my life is on asphalt. My lips are sealed from now on.