I woke up to the paramedics in my living room. I'm not sure how I got on the couch but all I kept doing was vomiting the last time I checked. I had been all over the house trying to get to the washroom on time and never really making it. I was lost. There was vomit on the floor. My back door was wide open. I was really sick. Almost in a delirious state from being sick. Next, I remember being at one hospital briefly and then moved to another hospital in the city. This is where I finally spoke to a psychiatrist. I spoke to someone who actually respected my position on what was happening to me. He was curious on how I managed the voices and how I saw life since I see it very differently than most. He respected that they were spiritual and was surprised to learn that these voices care for me and help me in my daily life. It's been difficult opening up about who I am and how I've lived most of my life. But I feel as though the voices always hindered my independent life. I realize now that I need them more than ever. To be continued with love.
Blessed be
xox
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