I am writing a story a true story about my life as a schizophrenic , my times in and out of the many mental hospitals, relationships, psychiatrists, therapists, nurses, and whatever.
The names and places have been changed for their benefits.
I was working at the time and driving at the moment and I would hear music all the time, but it wouldn’t really bother me or I wouldn’t really think about it, cuz it was pretty cool with my own juke box in my head. But then once I saw a black woman in my rearview mirror covered in blood running after me screaming. I slammed on my brakes and got out of the jeep & looked all around for her, but of course she was not there. I was confused and I felt like I was going nuts, the place I was at did not look familiar to me, I felt like I was in a foreign land. I was hearing these voices that I never heard before, it sounded like hundreds of them. I just put my head in my hands & cried.
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