I come to the realization that maybe my voices exist, but the delusions exist in their realm. So to speak. I've noticed when my mind is else where, they don't occur to me. There's so many of "them". And it has become a whole story line that may be real to them, but it is NOT REAL TO ME. It is not my existence, what they say. In my life, I am happy, and thriving. No medication, no more psychosis. Lots of sleep. No hallucinations. No shadow people. Everyone around me is not talking about me. I am not in a hospital. I'm am ok. It's when I pay attention to what "they" say, that I get sucked into "their" madness. But it is not mine. I am grateful for this platform, to be able to speak about it freely. It started in 2019 for me. I was terrified. Then it progressed to tolerable. Mostly like being held hostage, and just going along with it. Then it got bad again late 2021. I want to write more, and I will when I have the time. I just wanted to get this out there. As crazy as it sounds, maybe my voices exists as real people. Living in Ohio somewhere. At least that's what they told me. 🤷 There's always some kind of new development. But it's not at my expense anymore thankfully. I've realized the things they were saying weren't about my life, but that it was someone else's. Thanks for letting me rant.