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Originally Posted by FireAndIce
...I admire your courage to talk about the voices....most people think you just made up that you hear something and thatīs it...I was in constant torture...couldnīt sleep, couldnīt move, couldnīt eat, couldnīt think...nothing...they were there every damn second telling me I was the main evil of the world...there are no words...I canīt talk to anyone about it openly...they hear "I hear voices..." - give me pills. no one cares about the pain, itīs just technical problem that I am convinced I hear them...I have many "crazy" friends but we are more sane than any of those who ignore the depths, are not aware of the forces of soul, the suffering and pain...in fact I had to learn to ignore their pain to survive and I hate myself for that...one villain said: Ignorance is bliss...only ignorat people can stay in "paradise"...in the moment you realize others torture, you canīt be divinely happy and bilssfull...
I am considered cured, no voices, I study uni, I can cook and ride a bike...and I am still haunted they are just waiting to come back in the right moment...
I was thinking to write a play...donīt know the plot, know the scene...
stage parted with wall, first just 20% on right and rest of space left. left is the real world right is the soul...behind the wall of soul are demons red and black, with sharp teeth and bloody eyes(have anyone seen the fantasy Legend with Tom Cruise? like the top demon)...they talk in permanent, loud, wicked whisper, there is fire and bloody flames and barb wire around everywhere there are cries and shouts of tortured souls and girlīs soul on the poster in the same appearance as those devils...they say awful things. on the wall facing the real world is the girl, with back on the wall...the real world acts as there is no soul...they talk about buying milk and bad school results, about TV programme, quarrel about trivia...she tells them whatīs going on...they bring a shrink...makes prescription, gives electroconvulsions, lock her in a bed...and the demon-soul wall progresses...finally there is no real world...she is consumed and lives in the torture chamber with demons tearing her to pieces...I am sorry, I have no talent for writing...this is only a visualization...
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Oh wow. Your visualization comes close to how I've felt with them. I was taking a prescription that gave me convulsions and worsened the voices but the doctor only saw i was so sedated he didn't notice how worse I was getting. At night I felt that a demon was clawing at me, i would actually feel it picking apart inside my head. Would make a good horror movie.
But I got myself off the meds. I think you seem to have the imaginative spark of a good author. You should write about your ideas.
....ugh, I think too much.