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This part is so frustrating. Where all you want to do is drag a razor across your skin, but you also fully realize the futility of doing such a thing. It won't make me feel better. It won't get me treatment that I need, because the psych ward is a place to stabilize, not treat long term behaviors.

Marya Hornbacher once called this the boring part of treatment. Where you are healthy enough to recognize the uselessness of self-destructive behaviors, but where they are still plenty present in your thoughts.

What would hurting myself do? Nothing. Nothing but rack up another $5,000 medical bill to stay in a place where I can't smoke cigarettes. For any momentary relief seeing my own blood seep out might give, there are then the days following, when the wounds sting like hell and you realize you've given up again.

And I'm tired of giving up. Tired of doing things that don't really help. I'd say it's a fight in my head, but it's more a resignation that what I was doing wasn't working and so repeating it would also not work.

So Jesse's making dinner, and I'll have a full stomach, and that will make me feel better, and then there's the bed that's been eluding me all day, if I really need to pull the wool over my eyes for a little while.

Also, uhm, I need your guy's help on something.

Because I hear them. I've admitted this in passing before, but always relating it to pareidolia, the phenomenon of the brain trying to make patterns out of things that have none. Like hearing music when there's white noise on. Or seeing dragons in the clouds. I always thought it was fairly common (and it's not NOT uncommon, either), but as the months go on, sometimes there's no white noise behind what I'm hearing.

I can never make out words. It's not like they tell me to DO things.

It used to be just the sound of people talking, or of music playing. It used to sound like the din in a restaurant, dozens of people's voices rising into a lilting tune. Nowadays, it's usually one or two people, and I hear them so much more clearly than I have ever before. It's usually an argument of some kind.

Has my brain just decided to filter in and increase the volume on the internal monologue?

I like it better when I hear music. So much of what I hear is beautiful, violins and pianos and haunting voices. But the fact is that they are now here even when there's nothing else for my brain to try and cast patterns on.

Do I even need to worry about it at all, since they never say bad things to me? Can I just chalk it up to another faucet of being crazy in general, since it DOESN'T get in the way of my daily, functioning life.

My grandmother was a schizophrenic who heard voices.

My mother hears voices.

Cassie hears voices.

And so do I.

How do I tell people that without coming off as...much, much crazier than I am? (Or at least want to believe?)

Date: 2017-05-21 12:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] grant_p
As odd as it sounds, it's better to tell a doctor now, because hearing voices isn't the issue. You clearly know they aren't real. The question is what causes it, one of my friends started hearing things, looked all over his house for the radio that got left on or something, and then threw in the towel and went to the hospital. He found out he was having a very bad reaction to a medication, they had to change it. They said he did the right thing coming soon, as catching it when you can distinguish reality is much better and easier to sort out than when you can't. I myself had auditory hallucinations when my appendix burst, I kept hearing my phone ring even though it wasn't even there. I told them, and we found out I had a very ODD allergic reaction to the Tylenol they were giving me through the IV, of all things. It happens sometimes, the question is what's driving it.


Date: 2017-05-21 03:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] disgruntledgirl
Confirm they ARE the doctor. Do not tell the nurse, the receptionist or the RN or anyone else. When the doctor comes in - say "I'm hearing pretty loud voices but I know the difference for now, but it really worries me."

Last night the radio in my head so SO DAMNED LOUD, it kept me awake. When Kevin runs the AC window unit on high, my brain perceives the sound as input I should be paying attention to and tries to fill in the gaps of what I don't understand. The result is an ever flickering, changing spasm of sound with words and even patches of sentences.
It's been bugging me all fucking month.


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