Monday night I had a 5 hour argument with the voice of my great great grandfather William from Northern Ireland which led to me downing 4 or 5 beers in like an hour on an empty stomach and smashing a window in our living room with my head. Cops and Ambulance were called by my girlfriend. Knocked the act off the second a cop told me to stop when I tried the whole William thing on them. 

Thing is though after I got out of the hospital, I was walking up to the door of my house and the voice of William said I'm not gone and that wasn't the meltdown you've been wanting for so long now. Also I had a thought today that I enjoyed going through all that. 

I dont know what to think believe anymore in regards to my mental health/illness/state.