Voices heard.

September 12th 2006, I attended my fathers funeral. Having to travel miles to Taunton it were an overnight stay in a hotel. On my return, give it a day, or two went by and I begun to hear voices, or a voice. A voice I recognised but not of my father this is a woman, someone I had met some year ago by the sound of it but whom also changes name, like I wear its name on my halo and where its voice creeps into my mind. Similiar to listening to headphones only the music playing is nothing but constant non-stop whistling(?) with the echo words of 'meeee' if not to be anything else that may sound like 'me'. Sometimes, it is 'who', or it sounds like more than the one or a 'spoilt brat who is screaming at me for not getting its own way', or even a man, changing from a woman to a man and back again. I recognise them which is the horrible thing. And, I use to enjoy babysitting. No, this one is adult and waits sometimes keeping me awake at night. It's annoying, I punched walls and smashed items and walked out of my home because of it and it just wont shut up it follows me around everywhere. If, a parrot sitting on my shoulders anything to go by on, but no, its there but not there. If, to give it a name, a teenage girl I once met some years ago, 'Tracey' or this being her mother I am dealing with. But how many annoying Traceys are there?

I met an aunt some years ago, told me all about hearing voices and a tape that tells her what to do. This is no tape.

This is like wearing horns on my temples and the damn thing talking down into it, always on my left side, sometimes and sometimes to my right or both. Or, a whole nest of them, like my head being in a box with cricket insects.

What is it I have to do to get this 'thing' away from me? Do I have to have my head cut off? Die? What?

And I do not need the medical term so to be given drugs to calm my nerves just so I can then like the voice. I never heard it before until the past 3 years, everyday all the time. Like a constant kettle blowing with the words echoing through.

The funny thing, I claim to be psychic. But this is no dead person, I sense it being more alive than I am yet it has no sighting of where it is just there constantly at my left temple. Like it tells me what I am typing, saying, doing, taking the credit for all that I tell. Like I am its messenger. I know all about the devil inside but please, in the form of a woman, I want to kill it. For being treated like this. What right has this 'thing' got to condemn my life here to this pity state, have it by my side tormenting me as if it is the one who is better off.

I can tell you stories if I manage to explain them correctly, and is this part of it?!

I would not wish this onto anyother person for how I suffer with it.

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