About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Hearing Stuff That Isn't Real and Hospitalization

I find it interesting when people ask me what it's like hearing voices.  Do they talk to me, tell me to do things, etc.?  I find myself wanting to take back what I said and run to a safe place but it's already out there - exposed and vulnerable. Now, it's time to answer the question so some people aren't afraid (mainly, me).

No, the voices I hear are not commanding.  They never tell me to do any harm to anything or anybody.  The first time I hear something is the warning bell that I have to see my psychiatrist right away.

What I hear and the order it arrives is very important.  The more I have to contend with, the more difficult it is to manage.  Consequently, it leads to an episode which lands me in the hospital.  Therefore, emergency to get in to see my psychiatrist.  I forgot to tell him at our last visit the previous week.
WRITE IT DOWN!!

This is the order of what I heard in the last month prior to hospitalization:

  1. A low radio interview with only words I cannot make out outside my body.
  2. Loud megaphone voices inside my head.
  3. Bad music.  Bad 60's and 70's no words.
  4. Some eerie music but the notes are strung out long.
  5. One gospel note.  I know it's gospel because of the image in my head.
  6. Rap music
  7. A loud shout:  "YOU WERE ABUSED!!"  (tell me something I don't know)
Most of the music continued when I was hospitalized.  Almost beat up a patient because I thought she said something to me.  Turns out it was my voices.  The next morning I initiated an apology, she apologized, too.  I asked if she said the sentence I heard then explained why I was there.  She was sympathetic and said she has a bad habit of overreacting.  

8th day of new medication 
5th day dosage increase
1st day with no voices (when hearing them for a month)

Isn't God good?  You bet He is!!
Grateful for a second chance at documenting my stuff better. Enjoy!