I've had these voices in my head for so long. Four years, has it been now? I enjoyed them and treated them as imaginary when I was younger. Perhaps now I simply have too much work anxiety. What to do?
The year I've been having here with my family has been very chaotic and detrimental to my health. None the less, I feel often like I owe them all a great deal for trying to help me with my condition. Perhaps I should bake them something? Chances are I won't, knowing me.
A note on surviving bed ridden: don't make any sudden movements, and learn to enjoy waiting for the little thoughts that destroy you to come; when they do, simply let the noises and electrical impulses of your mind destroy them.
