Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
Just kill me now, LORD! I'd rather be dead than alive, because nothing I predicted is going to happen. – Jonah 4:3

Why do I hear voices in my head?

Answer

I can remember frequently believing that I was hearing voices but not being sure. There were times when I became excited that I seemed to be unable to unscramble the voices in my head I was hearing. I would feel the urge to do one thing over another. And the voices would come rapid fire fast. I never spoke about these episodes with anyone, for fear of being embarrassed or ashamed.

I write in my memoir that . . .

Loud voices swelled in my head, making it feel as though someone was screaming directly into ears. I held my head between my hands. I applied pressure, trying to squeeze the voices out my head. When that didn't work, I rotated different thoughts around in my mind, examined each one closely, until I was able to lock onto the thought that might pull me out of the maze I am trapped in.

I walked towards the door. My legs were about to buckle, but I managed to get out the door, where I stood at the top of the steps. I saw currents of air swirling around me. I imagined that I could jump off and that the air currents would catch me. I was about to jump over the railing when I heard voices below me. The voices reverberated in my ears, as if people were standing and talking inside of my head. I reached for the guard rail, slowing walking down the steps until I was sure that I was on the bottom floor. I didn't see any people talking. I stomped each foot onto the floor in order to assure my bearings. I wanted to be sure that I was really standing on solid ground. I took long, awkward steps to reach the front door leading outside of the building. My feet felt soft and spongy like marshmallows.

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"...Loud voices raged within my head. Often, too frequently, I was unable to tell the difference between the voice of reason, the voice of my own fears, or some other voice. I paced around the room. Anxiety churned in my stomach. I’ve done things in my life that should killed me. ..."
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"... onto a single thought. I needed clarity to decide where I should go. I politely excused myself from the table and went up to my room. I packed up my suitcase, wishing that I could pack the voices in my head into the suitcase too, deciding, with finality, that I was leaving New London. I left ..."

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"...Soon after Frank's passing, I am released from the hospital and transferred to the mental health ward at Temple University Hospital where I would spend the next month. I am placed on anti-psychotic medication to quiet the voices in my head, al- though I find that I am still not able to determine whether my thoughts are my own. I don’t know if the voice I hear in my head belongs to me or to someone or something outside of me. ..."
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"... Ironically, while writing my article, I stop taking my medication, believing that my sanity is restored, that the voices have been vanquished and permanently shut out from my head. Within days, however, I discover that my self-diagnosis is wrong. I relapse and begin smoking crack. My ..."
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"... one guy and we walk half a block. “What do you want?” he asks. “Twenty, Give me a twenty.” I'm impatient. My ears are ringing. The voices in my head want crack. He pulls out two packages sealed with tape. “Which one you want?” “I’ll take either. If they’re both ..."
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"... in treatment?” “No.” “Why are you here?” “I might have a drug problem.” I think a moment about my answer to his question, deciding to tell him a little more about myself. “Sometimes I hear voices.” “What do the voices tell you do? Are your ..."
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"... question, deciding to tell him a little more about myself. “Sometimes I hear voices.” “What do the voices tell you do? Are your voices telling you to hurt yourself ?” “Yes, sometimes.” “Do you feel that we can help?” “I hope so.” After three hours of ..."
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"... and evaluation by a medical doctor, nurse, and a social worker, I am prescribed anti-psychotic medications to treat depression and silence the voices in my head. I am placed in a 21-to-28-day accelerated program designed to rehabilitate addicts with jobs. ..."
"... kick in for another week. voices clamor and bounce around in my head. To try and quiet them, I walk out onto the balcony. I stand on the balcony for several minutes, sucking in the fresh air until the tension in my body and the voices in my head calm to the point that I feel ..."
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"... want to go home to think things over,” I finally tell him, hoping to end the conversation. “You suffer from depression. You hear voices. You can call me anytime if you need to talk.” “Sure, thanks a lot,” I said, relieved that I can see the train station ahead. I can't wait ..."

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"... clear my mind altogether. “Will you be okay for a few minutes? ”She nodded yes. Loud voices swelled in my head, making it feel as though someone was screaming directly into ears. I held my head between my hands. I applied pressure, trying to squeeze the voices out my head. When that ..."
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"... my head between my hands. I applied pressure, trying to squeeze the voices out my head. When that didn't work, I rotated different thoughts around in my mind, examined each one closely, until I was able to lock onto the thought that might pull me out of the maze I am trapped in. I walked ..."
"...managed to get out the door, where I stood at the top of the steps. I saw currents of air swirling around me. I imagined that I could jump off and that the air currents would catch me. I was about to jump over the railing when I heard voices below me. The voices reverberated in my ears, as if people were standing and talking inside of my head. I reached for the guard rail, slowing walking down the steps until I was sure that I was on the bottom floor. I didn't see any people talking. I ..."
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"... said a student. The accusation was repeated by several other angry students. The bedlam of voices threatened to explode into rioting when a faculty member, an attractive and petite woman, took to the podium, raised and clapped her hands for order. “Let us all try to stay ..."
"...The close cropped, shiny, wavy black hair was also there. My God, he's really dead! The voices in my head fell silent, My mind riveted back to the time that I nearly shot him. I would never learn why he loved me, why he took care of me long after the divorce from ..."

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"...across my face. I gazed up at the imposing mountain, now completely covered by snow. The view was breathtaking. I tried to get a sense of how I was feeling. I was no longer hearing voices in my head as much, but I was sleeping more and eating less. Getting through my day required a superhuman effort. I found it extremely difficult getting up in the morning. There were also moments when I was unable to focus and concentrate. I needed to do ..."

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"... The morphine sedated her to the point that she was no longer conscious enough to open her eyes. “She’s feeling less pain,” said a doctor. “Even though she is heavily sedated, she can hear the voices around her.” My mother, worn down and tired out from ..."

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"... staining the rock that I am about to smoke. I light the blood smeared stem with a cigarette lighter. The flame crackles from the burning blood. Quickly and effectively, the cocaine soothes my nerves, quieting down the voices in my head. ..."
"...the house. I need to get out of the house as quickly as possible. I walk down the steps, out the door, onto the street. I’m still bleeding, but also sweating, the sweat mixing with blood, streaking down my face. I hear voices in my head, voices that are loud and angry, threatening voices shouting at me. ..."

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