Speak up!

That is what is so nice about the people in my head.  They are in  my head, a part of me.  I talk to the people in my head and when I have had enough I cut them short and they leave.  Since they are only alive in my head, a part of me I don't feel like I am being rude by cutting them off.  The mean voices are different.  They come whe I don't want them there.  The Prolixin has taken care of the mean voices.  But I wake up inthe middle of the night and hear strange sounds.  Like ringing bells.

Be glad that you can't understnd what the mutterings are saying.  Sometimes voices say scary things.  When I was inthe hospital one night they payed me a visit and said they wanted to kill me of the word they used "terminate" 

I can empathize about the bugs crawling.  I will be just minding my own business and I feel things crawling around my ankles. OR razor blades slicing me. They don't always go away for long. But I am learning how to distract myself, and then I don't feel the cutting.

It is awful to live in fear isn't it.  i never know what to expect anymore. My heart goes out to you.  i have a lot of the same crap.  It isn't fair, is it.