I’d start with my memories from before I was born. Then into my childhood. First voices, first episode. The time I spent in a swingers club living in Vegas. Each one of my grandmothers three cancers, my aunt. My love life. The “cult” when I lived in NY, and getting shut down. My drug use, the drinking. The episodes of psychosis. My journey through sobriety and mental health recovery.
It would be a spelling error, grammatically incorrect, rambling nightmare before editing, if I even edit it. I might keep it raw for authenticity.
Part of me thinks it would be therapeutic. I’m not there yet, but maybe in the future.
Would anyone read a story like that? Maybe.
Could it help me? Maybe
Could it help someone else? I hope so
Am I gonna end up on a best seller list? Probably not
But I think it’s something I’d be interested in doing
My mind is pretty quiet now. Of course I get tired and fatigued and I’ll get whispers and sometimes every once in awhile even though I don’t hear him I know what he’s thinking, and since he’s so negative putting me down all the time it can be a downer. But for the most part it’s good. I try to remember what is was like and I struggle thinking was any of it real or did I just imagine it. I never thought about the super ego and the ego I thought was just my regular thoughts.
I know how bad it hurts when you believe your own mind shredding your self esteem.
They picked on me for years. I thought I was psychic, and that I was hearing dead spirits, jealous that I was alive, so they had to pull me down. And that’s not to mention the angels telling me I’m chosen.
Meta analysis would be they were my superego and Id running wild, if we’re using that system.
I’m so glad we’re both feeling better. Life is easier when someone isn’t always picking on us!
In times of great distress, and times of grandeur. Three voices, angels, they try to help me, given me tips on how to live and sometimes give me suggestions for nice things to do for people.
Problem with them is they swing the other way, try to lift me up too high. They start with comfort, but slowly turn into telling me I’m chosen, when I die I’ll become an angel, bodhisattva, cut from the same cloth as a historical biblical figure, etc etc.
I have to be careful of them too.
I find it’s best to just ignore them all as best as I can, least they influence me
I had a group of little kids that would all start cheering and getting excited when something good was happening, that felt good and I had some women that seemed more like company and a little less judgey. But for the most part, now that I’m used to the quiet I like it a lot better. I feel more sane.
@jukebox did this. I bought his book. It was good. I think you should, too. Even if you decide to never sell it, it is therapeutic to write things down. Helps to process them.