i want to know im not the only one that hears voices. voices that tell you youre worthless. your fat ect. voices that take control of your actions and make cut and scratch yourself. make you say things that you wouldnt say. i want to know there are others like me.
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If by hearing voices you mean a voice inside your head that tells you you re a worthless, self centered, piece of shit yeah that happens to me quite a lot. If by hearing voices you mean hallucinations like hearing a devious voice that seems to come from the outside of your head, that also happened to me 2 years ago. I woke up in the middle of the night and a very distorted voice, not mine, told me I was never going to make it, that I was useless and evil. I am no success story or example to follow, I m shit scared of shrinks so I don’t have any kind of treatment or therapy, I sometimes feel so low that I serious consider suicide as an option but I used to be a cutter and to regularly OD (in most cases not by that much meaning I only went once in hospital), or drink. I don’t do any of those things for a bit more than a year now. My life is harder than it has ever been because I’m constantly battling against this shitty voices, or my anxiety that tells me I m probably gonna die, and discover new levels of exhaustion as I try to study the best I can for college. I don’t know if surviving is worth the pain and if one day I am going to have a life where I won’t have to worry about finding ways to prevent me from hurting or killing myself, that I won’t have to analyse every freaking thought and determine whether it is lucid or not. All I can say is you re not alone and it can be better.
Yes, I have that too. I used to have it a lot worse. It got better by actually giving the voices a space for expression (they do have a lot useful stuff to say as well!). If i do that regularly, they don’t interfere that much in my daily life. It’s not an easy way to start, because in the beginning you don’t really know HOW FAR they make you go. If I invite them and listen, where does it end? Eventually life as it was gave me no choice, and I know that it was partly strength, but partly also simply luck that I have survived their attacks.
It is very hard to differentiate between the threatening voices that actually try to help you, and the seductive voices that actually try to destroy you.
I don’t have voices. I have an angry mob. My mind wants my body dead – it has been trying to kill it for many years. For me, even when the voices are quiet they are still feeding messages of hate to my soul. And they won’t stop until I’m dead.