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I wrote this during a creative writing exercise

So we started a new creative writing group yesterday at the basemtn club. The first thing we did after a little bit of meditating, was we did stream of consciousness writing, and here is what I wrote about. We only wrote for five minutes. I did enjoy doing this and it has helped me immensely.

I have to say that dealing with psychotic symptoms is probably one of the most debilitating things I have had to deal with. last night the voices came back full force. loud, very loud. i tried to stop them, by doing the things they wanted by asking them to shut up, but nothing worked. Everything felt like it was closing in around me. I fought and fought hard but nothing I did seemed to work. I’ve been awake all night, battling the voices. Todays been a little bit better. But I still feel the after effects. The voices seem to have faded today. But somehow I doubt they’ll be like that for long. I thought the meds that I take for the psychosis would stop the being out of touch with reality. I am not sure they’re actually working. Who knows if they are. Voices are so scary. What they say scares me a lot. Especially when they are trying to tell me to kill myself, or saying harsh or critical things about me. It hurts. I hurt and nothing I do or say helps. I suppose I need to explore the voices a little bit more in therapy. I’m sort of afraid to bring them up sometimes. Not because I think my therapist cant handle them. Just because I feel stupid, or like I cant say the things out loud that they say to me. I think though that if we explored it a little bit more then maybe they’d calm down. I am not sure its just a thought but I think its definitely worth giving more time to it. I am probably going to talk to Eileen some more about it when she gets back from her vacation next week.

Slipping

I think I’m beginning to slip out of reality. I can sense it. I am hearing things. Voices. Male voices. They are harsh and critical. They berate me. And they criticise too. Go on, kill yourself, just do it, you are so worthless, everyone wants you to just end it, your no good, your a terrible person, nobody likes you, you make your friends miserable, omg, i cant stand it. On and on and on. My head hurts. Its almost 4 AM. I’m alone. In my bedroom. All alone and crazy. I just need this night to end.