‘I’ve heard this all my life’: ‘My voice was my worst enemy’

I’ve heard the same stories all my adult life, but now it’s my worst fear.

I can’t get it out of my head.

I just can’t think straight, my head hurts, and my vision’s blurred.

It’s almost as if I can hear everything.

The voices that I heard when I was a kid are gone, and there’s no way to tell if the people I love are still in there.

When I tell myself it’s just my fears, I get worried.

I get anxious.

I want to go back to sleep.

But the voices aren’t going away, and I can feel them.

There’s a huge gap in my life, and it’s getting worse.

It is terrifying to think that I might be hearing voices, and hearing them from people who I know and trust.

I know what it feels like to be told I’ve lost my voice and can’t talk.

I have experienced it myself.

The voice is the worst enemy of all of us.

It can make me angry, irritable, and feel worthless.

It may also distract me from my work.

It makes me angry when someone I know has a bad day and I don’t see them or hear them.

And it makes me frustrated when I’m unable to focus on a task I’m working on.

It doesn’t have to be a voice or a person.

Sometimes it’s a thought or a feeling I’ve thought or felt, but it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes the voices are my own.

I remember the first time I heard the voices.

It was in high school, and while it was happening I was having trouble concentrating.

I had never heard them before.

I didn’t understand why they were coming to me.

But then I thought, I’ve got to be thinking about it.

So I started to do a lot of homework.

I was trying to learn things about how the voices work, and the sounds they make.

I thought maybe it was a bad thing for me to be trying to figure out how to deal with them.

But when I started studying it turned out it wasn’t that bad.

The only thing I did to cope was not think about it at all.

It wasn’t a bad thought at all, it was just something that came up.

When the voices were first starting to come up, I was at a loss for words.

I couldn’t think about what I was hearing, and couldn’t stop thinking about how I might not be able to get through the day.

It happened to be the last year of high school.

I could barely concentrate.

I would just stare at the walls, trying to keep the words I was writing in my head, or to figure something out.

My school work was getting worse and worse, and now I was thinking about being out of school altogether.

But I was afraid that if I went out to my family I might start seeing my mother for the last time.

I felt sick about it, because she was my best friend.

I’d known her since I was three.

I still have a vivid memory of sitting at her table, when she’d brought a plate of food, and we were both hungry.

I’ve been there a few times now, sitting there, watching the plates being brought, and not knowing what to do.

I don of course mean to be disrespectful.

It might seem rude to me to leave my friend alone, but I’ve always thought of her as a friend, not a person to be bullied.

She was my first love, and she’s been my first sister.

She’s been the only person I ever felt comfortable around.

I guess I was the one who felt unsafe.

I think my mother was the first person I knew who actually saw me as a person, and who understood me, so she helped me with a lot.

But it was the voices that were really hard to cope with.

I’m a very quiet person, even though I’m pretty quiet.

When people ask me why I’m so quiet, I always say I’m trying to be honest with myself.

But in my mind, I think I’m being dishonest.

I hear these voices, they’re telling me I’m worthless, that I’m selfish, that they can’t see me.

The last time I saw her, she had just finished a project she was doing, and when she went to get some water she heard her voice.

She just sat there and said, ‘You’ve got a big voice, why don’t you just say something to the people that can see you?’

She was just standing there, but the voice said, that’s just not possible.

I knew it was something I couldn to hear, and didn’t want to admit that I was seeing these voices.

The problem was that the voices kept coming up.

At first, I thought it was my imagination, but when I realised