“It’s me again…the voice of despair.”

I am ignoring my voices today and feeling pretty smug about it. Why? Because I told on them and they know they are in trouble.

Last night, I decided it was time to enlist help. I need someone to make sure I take my medication every night. I laid out the whole sordid story to my husband and emphasized how important it was to my personal well-being to take the medication. If the voice can talk me out of taking my meds, it could probably talk me into just about anything by feigning concern and throwing in some rational sounding statements here and there. Now it’s out. Even if I decided to continue ignoring it and trying to wait for it to go away, my husband won’t. This means I have a safety net and it ensures that the voices will be dealt with accordingly. I told him that the voice was trying to convince me to stop taking my medication because it would give me the nerve to commit suicide. He understands and is going to make sure it is taken care of. Knowing this, I feel a bit empowered. Imagine me sticking out my tongue and waving my hands beside my ears, saying na na na-na na. Why? Because I have made sure that they will not win. In some sense, I have already won and that makes me feel pretty good.

I still feel down, but I am feeling better about the situation. Maybe tomorrow will be even better than today, which is tons better than yesterday.

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