The VoIcEs would continue their campaign of torment into the summer, and I kept getting locked in the looney bin. By August, I was hopeless without God, and I was starting to wonder if I was going to lose my identity/personality/consciousness at some point. I decided to try and reestablish contact with you before that happened.
Thankfully, as a result of the torment these shadow actors have put me through, I no longer live in fear. God saw me through the gauntlet, and I will not be going back into a psychiatric facility. That is, unless I need to in order to avoid a more dire fate. (e.g. homelessness) I DO still hear voices, but they’ve proven to be feckless and weak. I tell your voice I love her, and I break cosmic wind in the general direction of all others.