Don’t let them medicate you into losing those guiding angels.

I had never heard them in my life so it was really weird to me that when I went to a mental doctor they put me on antipsychotics. Well, those antipsychotics fucked me up worse than you could ever imagine. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.

And a funny thing happened when I stopped taking them. I hear a guiding voice in my head 4 months later that is not external to me at all. It’s me. It’s just the real me. Self. And I had never heard that voice before, certainly not as clearly as I do now.

Now, this voice doesn’t ever provide guidance that is something I’ve never encountered or has occurred to me previously. This is a voice that catalogues all the information that I’ve acquired during my lifetime and spews out information when I need it. Before this, the information was there, but it wasn’t easy for me to recall.

Now I don’t have to do anything at all.

Some people would call that a psychosis, but when you experience it the way I do you don’t question what it is. It’s high-level mental processing. This is a voice I don’t question because it’s never wrong. It doesn’t feed me bad information or something I’m not sure of. It has already done the fact-checking.

My ego is still there. You don’t kill the ego. You just start to notice it and stop reacting to it.

Plato had a name for this voice. It was Socrates.