My mind is ripe for the demons. It has been primed for months now. The voices start up, slowly, gently at first, gaining my trust before the psychological torture. They burrow in the crevices of my brain and I can’t get away. Demanding, commanding voices, instructions and opinions. I am nothing. And nothing in my mind is my own, this demon has taken over. “Fear the exorcist”, it says. “Fear the doctor and fear the meds.”