Voices keep telling me you and your family had planned on killing me, or forcing me to eat feces.
It’s, distressing.
I have to contest the good thoughts and feelings with the bad.
Then they say “it’s the opposite” but what truly, is, the opposite?
Now I have to be rational.
Would a family of 5 with a toddler and an eight year old really try to commit a murder?
It seems unlikely.
But I just don’t know anymore.
I guess that was the price I paid when I signed my mind away to insanity.