Do you hear the whispers? I know my voice, you’re not my voice. I don’t know you, but I know of you. I know you wish me ill. I know you speak lies. You’re over my shoulder, lurking. I talk to you, and you respond in whispers.or maybe commands. The world has slanted; my mind is fractured. You will fade into the background when I’m on display but when I’m alone, when I’m tired, you come out. When I’m vulnerable you pounce. You seem so real to me and yet you’re not. I don’t always understand what you’re saying or why you’re saying it but my heart hurts from the words you speak. I want you to go and there are times that you do but you always come back, not as a welcomed friend, but as an insidious foe that wants to destroy me. But I won’t let you destroy me. I will fight you with all the strength I have. I will remind myself of God’s truth when you spout your lies. I dissolve into tears and anger, but I do not quit. I take the pieces of my fractured mind and go on.
I wrote this in an attempt to put words to my experience of hearing voices. I don’t know if I succeeded but this is a glimpse of what goes on in my brain.