I don’t have delusions anymore. I went through a bunch, like thinking I had super speed and strength, thinking I was a prophet, and thinking I was psychic. My mean voice which is rare calls me names and commands me to do destructive things to my property or to stop doing whatever I’m doing, or throw out all my food. I don’t do anything the voices tell me to anymore, haven’t for several years now.
The nice voice, which is the one I hear 95% of the time, just says “I love you,” “we love you,” “goodnight,” “you’re doing a good job.” Stuff like that.
I went the second half of 2019 with just the nice voice. Then I started taking a medication that aggravated the mean one, and it came back for a few months. Now that med has been removed and I only hear the nice voice again. I haven’t given my voices names.