sometimes i hate them.
sometimes i wish i could hear them because i get lonely.
i cant make up my mind.
sometimes i hate them.
sometimes i wish i could hear them because i get lonely.
i cant make up my mind.
It’s hard to have a quiet head when we grew up with internal chatter.
It’s hard for me to get used to sometimes… when my mind is quiet and I don’t hear the voices any more.
I don’t miss the one that constantly threatened to steal my soul if I didn’t do things a certain way. I’ve never been religious. Since I took Geodon however it seemed to damage the voice where it now just says incoherent random things and sometimes has conversations with itself that make little to no sense.
My voices have pretty much randomly gone and come back
I missed the voices pretty badly when they went away for a few months. I also found that it was hard to deal with the real World after partially living in another World for so long. Unfortunately the drug raised my anxiety to the point that I became hypomanic. But in a way I had learned how to constantly talk to myself and had a hard time adjusting to silence, My anxiety is much less now, even though my voices are less as wel,l due to tranxene and probably finally becoming compliant with antidepressants as well. I know the tranxene could kill me faster but I feel good right now and it’s a matter of quality of life compared to quantity of life at this point.
I think it’s funny that I just had one voice with one intent and then I took antipsychotics and the voices then started talking to themselves which that by itself is enough alone to get a schizophrenia diagnosis.