#schizophrenia

The quietness of madness, of sorrow, of otherness. How it spirits you away to a place of silent tears and roaring shame, terror of the future. Is it madness to fear what lies under my medication? To know what’s on the other side? To wonder from time to time? I just want to sob into…

She watches me from every space in my room, corners unseen and places unknown. Eyes trickle like teardrops on my senses, beautiful and confusing. Those long lost voices come again from realms beyond my mind, omnipotent and godly. They come with shouting whispers that fill up my skull, shame and h...

I remember when they used to speak to me. Voices that were more like my family than my own family was. Not just cruel, but kind. Much like the Reverend Mother, I both loved and hated them.   I remember when Mother used to guide me. A voice from beyond, visions of brilliance and beauty.…

I was six when it first started. I remember the brown and white walls of the hospital room, being held down by the nurses as they yelled at you, demanding to know why I was so dehydrated. I stayed quiet, too afraid to tell them that I’d heard a voice telling me the drinks were…

After our semi-exciting drive on the Icy roads in the ghetto, we semi-drift into my sister’s HUD home. I look into his dreamy eyes and feel an extrinsic amount of love and admiration for him. I feel obsessed. I express to him how much I love him and he looks me dead in the eyes…