My voices were a big help part of the time, the other part they were busy trying to kill me. They finally came out in the open a few years ago. Before then I didn’t know because they could help me so much they seemed to have more sense than I.
Other voices I have help me still but the one who helped me for three decades doesn’t help much and tells me to run, to take a grayhound bus out of town.
The main voice, who I always had, and is a dissociation, tells me I’m not there and I am insane. Repeatedly. I finished a book today, so how could I be insane? I’m just not the guy I was. At all…