r/HearingVoicesNetwork

Anyone else here do Zero Carbs? What's your favorite foods?

The image below is something I still eat 1 to 4 days a week but before (when I was eating healthier in my eyes) it was what I had every morning.

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Gim, beef sausage, eggs, cheese, kimchi, and hot sauce. All I was able to buy at the local grocery store. I've been eating this zero carb breakfast (and rather financially responsibly) and easily sourcing the ingredients in Arizona, California, Oregon, and Texas. I assume the rest of the country these ingredients can be found rather easily too. I cook everything in a single cast iron skillet (EASY WIN EASY LIFE) and then put the kimchi and the gim on the plate afterward. Talk about "yum!"

Please ignore this documentation of slovenliness... I generally eat at a kitchen table... I was in a hurry today and snapped this at my desktop along side a naughty as fuck AZ Iced Tea.

Thoughts?

It's just one of those days. These days usually the voices sound like they are in the room with me, close up. But people have been hanging out in the car park outside my flat, chatting away. And that gets really confusing for me.

The hubub from the chatter starts mingling in with the voices. Some of the voices start sounding like they are coming from outside the flat. I start "hearing" people talking about me in derogatory or threatening ways.

I know I am hallucinating, but I still end up feeling paranoid and that people in the building think badly of me.

It really sets my ptsd on edge because my trauma brain can't help but go "But what if there really is a threat?" I also get anxious because it reminds me of how I ended up delusional and in a psychosis years ago, when I thought people were outside my room talking about me.

It's cognitively exhausting, just a cacophony of both real people outside, and my hallucinatory voices and I feel so confused. I have moments of realising what's happening, and moments of slipping into believing that people are talking about me. It's like there is a traumatised part of me that is so fearful and full of memories of being told I was bad and called various names that even the hint of a miniscule chance of it being real just hooks me in.

It's so frustrating. Both a symptom of my PTSD hyoervigilence, and also a factor that then triggers my ptsd and hypervigilence which is a vicious circle, keeping my nervous system in a highly activated state.

I just needed to get that out somewhere.

Does anyone else here is is of faith/ Christian believe the voices are evil spirits the has come to tournament us? I’ve seen some crazy stuff like people appearing out of no where, lights, dreams etc. anyone else think these are spirits and what happens if we die with these spirits do we go to hell or something cuz am scared shitless

Hi friends, here is the newest Parawareness video, which tells the basics of my Targeted Individual story, the ontological shock which comes with this experience, and how - in the beginning - we think our thoughts are the "words we say in our heads" but this phenomenon actually deals with our instinctive thoughts, the thought behind the thought, or our Sponsoring Thoughts.

I hope you'll go support the video on YouTube, Rumble, or Spotify. Or, if you believe in what we're doing, support it on all 3 platforms!

I really wonder what most of us believe. I have moments when I think "this must be real". But if there's a living source of my voices I have no clue if they are some sorts of "aliens" using telepathy or some "spirits" floating around in the air, consisting of energy only.

If you have moments of believing in the independent existence of your voices, how do you believe how they exist? I once asked a voice if it's mother would agree to what it's doing to me. No reaction. Of course...

I think I’m having a bad psychosis episode where I hear people talking to me but can’t tell where it’s coming from. They claim they’re real people and are using some method to read my thoughts. So I’m having a lot of trouble just believing that it’s only a delusion. Is there any way for someone to access your thoughts remotely?

I’m gonna talk about something probably nobody’s gonna agree with. And it’s about embracing your dark side. I would say I’m about 1/4 light and 3/4 dark.

The 1/4 light is so beautiful. It’s my wife. It’s my kids and it’s humanity as a hole. But it’s the 3/4 of darkness that got me through what I had to go through.

i’ve gone through shit that I haven’t heard anybody talk about around here or anywhere for that fact. I don’t believe when somethings attacking you tell them you have nothing but love for them and start repeating mantra dear God, please make me a bird so I can fly far far far away over and over. I would say if you’re gonna repeat a mantra say I am stronger than you. You have no power or influence over me.

today I don’t hear a word my voices say and I believe that’s because I stood up for myself. and I did it by staying strong staying calm, but not feeding them negative energy and taking control over our situation.

Now that my voices are quiet and I have had time to reflect I realize I have always had this darkness with me. When I was a kid before I was even in school my parents had a couple move in with us, Sam and Dorian. my parents would always take in somebody down on their luck as long as they would keep a job while they stayed with us. I believe that seeing things like that from my parents is what made the light I have today so strong.

They had two kids. there was a neighbor kid across the street who had a cooties game and they would play it on sidewalk, but he would never let me play. And then he started to push Sam and Dorian‘s kids around and tell everybody he takes boxing lessons.

I used to rock cowboy boots back then so I told Sam and Doreen’s kids to bring him to the back of the apartments and say they had something to show him. We had a deck back there attached to our apartments.

I stood up on the deck and waited for him to come on the side of the house and when I seen him, I jumped off and booted him in the head with my cowboy boots and he dropped.

His dad came over to the house after that and my dad pretty much took care of that and after that day, he never tried to push us around again

I remember they were in school and my mom would say the kids are getting off school and I would ride my he-man big wheel to the bus stop to make sure they got home safe. where did that darkness come from at such an early age?

it’s all been a progression for me, climbing the ladder on the dark side. It’s like I’ll get so far and then I will fade to black and when this happens, I get an upgrade. I climbed this ladder with the darkness inside me, but when I get the upgrade, I project it towards light.

i’ve been thinking back I used to be around a motorcycle club called the chosen view. They had four sixes on the back of their rocker. I asked him one day I gotta ask what’s the fourth six about. And he smiled at me and said we stole one from the devil. and today, I wonder if that’s exactly what’s going on with me.

I used to hang out with a different motorcycle club, and I was outside smoking with the president. He had a red rocker and a club hat on with lightning bolts. He told me a lot of people think that the lightning bolts are racist. I smiled at him and said electric light in the dead at night and he smiled back.

Everything has been blue for me a very dark vibrant blue. When he smiled at me, he said he has a good friend who is true blue too. I realize once you stay true to who you are through everything you’re up against you can use your upgrades for whatever you want. so if you want to project them towards light, you have earned that right.

It wasn’t easy to get where I’m at, but everybody is so friendly to me today everywhere I go. It’s something both sides can respect. For anybody out there punching that blue ticket. It’s a long ride and so much temptation along the way. I knew that I am the strongest with my wife and family so I got in the mindset that I wasn’t gonna go down for women money or power and once you get that mindset, they really don’t have much to offer. stay strong everyone and get that progression rolling so many people stay idle and suffer their whole life.

Occurred twice in the last two weeks. Shouted for the voices to shut up and f off. Voices that inspired doubt, and i reacted by shouting at them to shut up. This isn't normal. Was arguing with voices and they got to me and i got angry.

So my voices don’t go “we’re real! Do what we say!” Over and over at least not in those exact words. They say things like “you’re embarrassing yourself” in a mocking tone sort of like I can hear them smiling at the thought. when I question or deny that people(them) can’t hear my thoughts, see what I visualize etc. They also don’t acknowledge or ever use the words thought broadcasting/ telepathy. They just say I have superpowers as if they’re pleading with me.

Anyone else have voices that convince you by being ‘willfully ignorant’ or any other trait(s) that make them seem more human than they are?

Pinched is a beautifully strange 11-minute animation about a man who hears voices and has become remarkably functional while stricken by a profoundly dysfunctional relationship with them. Jack moves through an underground city as a gifted pickpocket, accompanied by entities that cajole, insult, command, and seemingly possess considerably more confidence about the direction of his life than he does. I can certainly relate to much of this and am sure many here can too.

Then something unexpected interrupts the arrangement: human connection.

A stolen object reconnects Jack with a woman from his past, and suddenly the unquestioned authority of his voices isn't so unquestioned anymore. The story becomes less about whether the voices are "real" and more about who gets to decide what Jack does next.

That distinction is probably the reason I'd recommend this to voice-hearers. The film gives the experience form without spending eleven minutes litigating its ontology. Jack's world is simply presented as Jack experiences it.

I do have one substantial HVN-ish criticism of it: the official synopsis ultimately frames love as defeating the voices and even as a "cure" for Jack's sickness. That's a fairly conventional psychiatric/redemption ending grafted onto a film that, for most of its runtime, is doing something much more interesting.

I'd rather read the ending as agency instead of cure.

Jack doesn't triumph because someone proves his voices aren't real. He discovers that their instructions aren't sovereign. There are other relationships, other motivations, and other possible ways of being in the world.

For an 11-minute cartoon, that's an unusually rich depiction of voice-hearing.

And visually it's fantastic, angular, grimy, exaggerated, vaguely noir, with Jack's internal experience bleeding naturally into the physical environment. It feels much closer to somebody attempting to show you what an experience feels like from inside it than making a clinical illustration of schizophrenia.

I suspect given the tone and candor of this short film that it was directed/made by people who've walked a very similar path to all of us here. In many ways this film proves and I hope shows you how surmountable this hellish affliction is.

Thank you for believing in yourself, love to see your thoughts!

White Elephant by Emils Salmins. A play upon the Buddhist proverb of the Blind Men and the Elephant, this iteration making a statement on the lumbering and perhaps inept nature of forces greater than ourselves. \"Bottoms up!\"

This weekly post was inspired to give the community a place to vent and share common frustrations we find in our lives. If you have more to share on this topic than what would fit in a single comment please feel free to make a separate post! Are you finding conflict with your care-team? Are the medications you're on making life impossible? Have you lost your 3rd job this year because the voices cause you to act oddly around your peers? Are you finding everyone in your life has turned their back on you now that you've fallen into a discriminated category of "unsafe" or "mentally unwell" person? Have you attempted to get your close family and friends to engage in VCVC with you, instead finding they cannot offer you the first nicety?

Feel free to let the world know of your survived abuses, both direct (physical violence) and indirect (neglect or exclusion through social maneuverings) in this post. Everyone's welcome to commiserate and offer paralleling stories of received harm and how they carried on.

They want me to lie to my psychiatrist

They say I will die if I tell the truth.. They have given me heart pain before and other sensations so I don't know what to do. Advice please.

We’re sharing a beautiful photographic exploration by Rohan Dumbre, who uses long exposure and colour to explore brain chemistry and schizophrenia.

A reminder that experiences of schizophrenia can also be explored through art, photography and creative expression. https://www.schizophreniasupport.org.in/chemicals-in-my-brain.html

Does anyone have this issue where the voices make you talk through your nose ? Like when you breathe you can’t hear the words coming through your nose? Am a bit scared about this and it feels like the voices are getting worse ever since this started happening

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Has anyone boices said:

That's an order

Return you house

Surround target

Any one down there

Please be quiet, we're coming to a check point

Sounds heard:

18 wheeler coming to a check.point with dog parking

R**e of women

Or beating of women

Cars sliding on dirt

Just wondering if any one else shares the sounds

Just wondering

My Spirit has been removed since 2018 . I was an active Christian building a social entrepreneurship company . I made a mistake of hearing a voice in prayer telling me to leave the established church and join a Pentecostal church .
The voice turned out to be a deceiving spirit .
Now the attacks against me have intensified since the past eight years .
Please pray for me .

Disclaimer I am diagnosed with bipolar I with psychosis but the older I get the more I’m starting to believe it’s something else. I am well medicated now and I’m stable.

So… I was living in this hotel and I would hear the voice of my ex coming from upstairs (he was very open about his interest in the occult) and the voice would say things only he would know. I made a complaint to the front desk and they told me no one had been in that room for months due to the refrigerator being out of order. It made things worse because I would hear doors opening and closing, people smoking and taking bong rips etc. then I would go outside and it would be completely quiet.

This strange thing happened: I would DM popular/famous people and then use my intuition to predict what they might think and eventually I began hearing their voice and sensing their presence from different corners of the room with each part/direction in the room having a correspondence like… the northwest corner, the north wall, the west window, the bathroom fan which was in the east. I never put anything in the south room because that’s where I heard evil spirits.

Inside the mirror there were spirits as well. Some of famous people and some of dead people.

I’m fully aware this could be the effect of drugs but it was so vivid I had to put it somewhere.

A large theme was these spirits were trying to get me to not click clack myself and I was going through spiritual trials every night.

Even just speaking with the spirits was a type of trial ie determining if who I thought I was talking to was what I was actually talking to.

I even felt the presence of god(s) and goddesses

They would gently ask me (not command or direct/dexlare) to drink, dance, sing, write, etc. and I did. I was fully enveloped in this world.

I spoke to crows that were lost in the city. They sounded hungry and I told them to go back to the forest.

**But the strangest thing was this:**

I couldn’t sleep all night and this human spirit appeared to me. He was teaching me how to swim. His presence moved from the northwest corner/window into the mirror in the bathroom where we spoke for a while.

Then, knowing this was all a bad symptom, I looked out the large window in the south… that morning (I stayed up all night talking) and I saw the spirit that appeared to me in the dream. He was a very tall man in a beige suit with curly hair.

The weird thing was he waved at me through the window, with his left hand, and then walked into the hotel.

This became unmanageable and I was hospitalized. I am now heavily medicated/sedated 24/7 and I stopped smoking weed.

But can i be honest?

I didn’t stop hearing the voices… I just stopped acting like I did…

They’re very faint now…

But to be honest I really miss the high stakes conversations I would have with these people.

Idk.

I’m just a crazy girl

I woke up to hear my voices saying, “How can one man be too f**cking stupid to do anything correctly.” It would take a lot of effort to be that friggin stupid.

Hi friends. I’ve been hearing voices on and off since I was seventeen. For the last four years I have been hearing them nonstop. Most of the time I am okay, but I have dips in mood once a month to every two weeks or so when I truly want to die and think in detail about killing myself. Of course they love that; it invigorates them. I’m just wondering - how often do you let it get to you? I want to figure out if it is possible to think in a different way and live a more peaceful life, or if everyone with a similar experience also deals with the deep depression.

Thanks and hang in there!

Here is the reflection of our support group meeting last saturday, on childhood memories of violence, trauma, survival, and the experience of feeling thrown into a chaotic world without enough holding. Together, we explored whether community can become the place where we finally feel safe, understood, and at home.

https://www.schizophreniasupport.org.in/born-in-a-riot.html