Hello, i am new here and im having a hard time not believing that the voices i hear are not real. I just dont understand if they are coming to internally or externally and why there hasnt been a way to detect this.
I am also interested in what others voices are trying to make them believe or what the have concluded what this is all about and why its being done.
Welcome to the community. I know for certain that my voices aren’t real, just noise leaking from one part of my broken brain to another. Medications and therapy have helped me push them into a corner and get on with my day.
They are real in the sense that it is actual phenomenon, exemplified by millions of schizos hearing them, but they are not actual people. They are your brains own thoughts and they are disordered.
I might get into trouble saying this here: I believe many of mine were (and still are) real. No amount of drugs will change this. People think I’m nuts.
Before people get angry: The main thing is I’ve also decided that living in the world is more important than following some voice down a rabbit hole all the time. The voices would suck me in and tell me all kinds of things, a lot was false. It wouldn’t be just voices. I’d get crazy ideas in my mind too. But with voices…I could listen for hours. It was ruining my regular life.
So, I talked with non-SZ people and wrote down lists of things that normal people think are crazy, so I compare an experience to that, and can discard strange things more easily. Also, because of mindfulness training, I can let voices come and go more easily.
I bring my attention to the present moment over and over again. I can feel the sensations of my fingers on the keyboard (that’s real), I can hear cars passing by outside (another real thing). The neighbour’s cat is running around in the early morning (real). The voices are talking about a cancerous tumour right now. I know by the words they’re just offering commentary on a show I watched yesterday. The main character’s mother has a brain tumour in the episode and goes into surgery at the end of it. (This is just commentary…thoughts aren’t real in a concrete sense, so I keep bringing my attention back to the present). The apartment heat is running now…