There is this one voice I only hear on occasion when the others are weak. It takes being in a very solid and calm mind to not feed the voices. You can tell they struggle when your not feeding into them. When I do listen I end up predicting and then finalizing the things they say. I really don’t like any of it. It’s so negative and ■■■■■■■ terrible. Really sexual. Not in any graphic way just suggestive, yeah I’m really glad they don’t guide my thoughts anymore. I’ve always been good to keep it clean, but I do have an imagination and I can see whatever I want in there. I try not to use it.
I think I used to have a lot of imagery in my thoughts. Random dreamlike images of crazy ■■■■. Don’t really miss it.
Anyways the voices are pulsating. Loud for a sec then quiet. Loud for a second. It’s the sound of pure desperate anger. It’s weird. They just don’t stop, they have a problem with me and won’t stop until I’m dead. Maybe it is them who want to die. But they are saying less and less. Brief glimpses of silence. I’m finally coming to peace with myself. Still a little paranoid about handling the future, but I always get a little paranoid at night. There is less to distract me.
I think I I might naturally be starting to imagine and feel like telepathy is not real. I haven’t thought about for at least 20 minutes, which is good for me.
Well the voices have lost, I’m going to live, no one wants me to die. I feel confident in that now. Didn’t really know when this all first set in.
The whole psychosis thing is still fishy to me. It all amounts to a conspiracy theory in my mind. Most of those I quit believing in over the last couple years. Maybe that will happen with this too.
Telepathic cover up. They’re trying to kill of the thought broadcasters because they don’t want to hear it anymore.
Either by suicide or making them gay. They want these genetic lines to be weeded out.
Either that or they are telepaths and they are assholes. This is the kind of bs that’s in my mind.
Really it’s not even interesting anymore, I don’t even want to know I just want my life to get back to normal. Still think that’s a long ways off, but at least I feel good about myself and my cognition is back. Kind of how I define myself, by my ability to think. It was terrible being strangled by the voices and confused by the telepathy developed a real internal battle that took a while to sort out.
That ■■■■ still happens a little bit but I don’t dwell on it and encourage myself to focus on other things. Which is why I’m writing this out. I don’t really care if anyone reads this one.
Sometimes I do care though. I try to start up some conversation. For entertainment and to get to know you all a little better.
Voices are even quieter now. I can almost imagine them leaving, but I know as soon as I stop typing they’ll rebound and get stirred up again.
I plan on laying here in total darkness and silence for a couple more hours before I pass out. The whole time I’ll be focusing on letting go of the voices and search for a way to quell their spirits and intentions of anger.
Don’t really know if I should treat them as beings or just noise. But they do seem to have a tone. They certainly aren’t intelligent though. Really I wish I could go back and see how they formed. Wait it’s all coming back to me.
The voice of the coworker when I was high that went away
The voice of the girl I was crushing on, stayed with me until I tried to kiss her( fucking dumbest shit I ever did)
Then the voices of my family about a week later.
Then the hospital visit and the narration of ww3.
The telepathy was a continuous thing at this point.
Got out of the hospital and went back a month later. These issues were mainly due to the telepathy. People telling me they are gonna rape me and ■■■■.
The voices I’ve had now came in about a year and a half ago when I was taking classes. I could hear this faint but constant sound of this agitated voice it almost sounded like it was dying. Can remember if it was everyday, I want to say it was just between classes and stuff. People were sending me telepathic messages the whole time. I was always searching for other people that seed to be in my situation. I thought that becoming telepathic was a process and everyone was at different points along the trail.
I remember thinking that it was the smartest people who were telepathically thinking for everyone else.
For a while i was getting the visual hallucination of gps arrows over imposed on sidewalks and ■■■■ pointing me to where I wanted to go.
At that point I was either supposed to learn how to not think and trust the thoughts and info being fed to me or smarten out ascend in the telepathic ranks and eventually start thinking for other people.
■■■■■■■ head games. I thought my teachers were simultaneously staring through all of the students in the class watching them all learn in their minds.
Risky business digging all this up. Might lead to a few delusions.
Crazy ■■■■, I did well to block most of those memories out.
Voices are almost silent right now.
Crazy crazy crazy. I can’t believe how much stuff I did in that first year while still highly psychotic. Gotta 4.0 only time in my life, saved 2 grand working for dominos for like 4 months. Maybe invega was a good drug. I really thought my future depended on it in both those cases. School was all I had left, used to be really worried about fitting in as a thought broadcaster, like I’d never be able to get a job and stuff. I’ve had two jobs since then.
God it was so annoying to hear all that telepathic stuff. It used to be different every day, but all that’s boiled down to really simple and predictable framework of judgemental statements.
I’m still pretty upset I had to go through all that and it’s not even real? I mean ■■■■ really there is absolutely no point to it. To struggle that hard.
Anyway. It has boiled down to a very systematic and repetitive psychotic structure now. Same voices, same time of day, same telepathic statements.
■■■■ I guess I have come a long way. I’m totally ■■■■■■■ different now then I ever have been.
I really get the feeling the voices are going to go away pretty soon. I’m not even excited about it. It’s just like finally I can sense them losing their grip.
Right well this is long enough as it is. Gotta leave it to be somewhat digestible.
Really interesting to think back on that first year and all the crazy ■■■■ that happened. It’s only been two years but it feels like a lifetime.
I’ve been reborn, I’m in my second infancy. The sign that I’ve grown up will be when I’m over this ■■■■■■■ illness. Or have it managed.
I know I’ll always be able to hallucinate at will, unless at some point I forget how it works.
Voices are almost gone. So quiet I hope they go away.