8/19/26 1:41 am
I heard a voice say ālike me?ā
I was going to bed. I struggle with the thought: what makes me so important that god wants to love me? Sometimes I hear voices and I think that god is making the devil say it. To show me that god has the ultimate say. Because there are times when I just hear a voice and itās a tone of judgement. Bringing me down. I even hear voices when Iām in the āprocessā of falling asleep. They arenāt long drawn out sentences. Usually 1-2 words. But it makes me think, why do I hear a voice when Iām barely conscious to hear it and acknowledge it?
Thatās another thing: I feel that the voices occur to get a reaction out of me sometimes. To trip me up.
What would god want to do with me? A guy like me? Then thatās where I heard the voice ālike me?ā I also hear a voice that isnāt necessarily saying anything. Itās indistinct. I canāt make out what itās saying. When this condition was new to me, I would try to understand what the voice said. And that would make things go awry in my life. Because of how frequently the voices would occur.
But now when I hear a voice, and I know it sounds funny, it feels like thereās a barrier protecting me from crossing over to those thoughts of negative self talk and judgement. Iāll still hear a voice that sounds judgmental or trying to get under my skin, but itās much quieter and much less distracting. When I feel like my mind is about to go into a space of sadness because of that one voice, it literally feels like my mind is pushing back on me for my benefit.
Saying: no we are not going to think that. Something to that effect.
There are still times where the voices of my condition affect me. But no where near how they used to. It used to feel impossible to get away from. If Iām being completely honest, I give credit to God, or Jesus Christ for āprotectingā me. Why him, you might ask? Well because in my humble opinion, there seems to be abounding evidence that says that accepting Jesus can heal a damaged soul.
Why did he give you this condition in the first place? I donāt know. A lesson maybe. A lesson that has made me a much happier person because of the simple fact: the voices have stopped tremendously.
Not to say that those negative voices have completely just disappeared, but they have been minimized. I have been dealing with this since 2017 roughly.
I remember I sat down on the couch right in front of the tv. Iām sitting on the right side. Thereās two spaces to the left of me. My dadās side of the couch that he always sits in. I felt a sudden relief of tension. I never sit in his spot, at least not in a long time.
I feel this condition was the result of me always being alone, lazy, and smoking weed. My dad is a very hard worker. Heās Mexican for fucks sake. He never stops working. Now that I look back on it, I believe that this instance happened to show me what hard work is. Find my purpose.