I've heard voices for many years. I've never been able to describe them, until just now. I must admit it wasn't me it was the voices who told me. It's echoes in a canyon. Sounds bouncing around. Never knowing for what direction. Sometimes it's soft and gentle. Others times it's loud and harsh. Then there's times ( like now) when there's a rock concert.
I've resigned myself to the fact I will always have voices. I tried oh so many things. Meds, ECT's, therapy. Some of the best things that work are things I did myself. Like turning on music, or redirecting my thoughts, or concentrating on activity around me, or push em aside. It's hard forcing myself to be me and not let the voices tell me what to do. It's a struggle. A daily battle, sometimes I fight by the minute.
I'm determined to win this war. I'm not gonna quit. I will not give in to the voices.
