Some Reasons Why You Could be Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices has become extremely common in the mental health world. The trouble with this issue is the misguided information that mental health officials such as therapists, psychiatrists and untrained counselors give to patients. Being a patient who received help through many years of research, and horrific trials, I am going to share vital facts that could actually save a life. People who hear voices are often told they are schizophrenic, they are hallucinating. In many cases this may be true. What a lot of people don't realize is that if they could only get to the bottom of why they are hearing these voices and some even seeing distorted pictures or images in their minds that come along with the voices, they would find out what their body is trying to tell them.

Most people that hear voices have been traumatized in some way. Sometimes the voices are parts or alters, basically parts of our brain used to help us when were in danger. These parts or personalities are trying to tell us what has happened. Everyone who has been traumatized especially at a young age does not necessarily remember the trauma in their conscious memory. Early childhood trauma is stored in our subconscious mind and only arises when something similar or familiar in our environment triggers up the stored memory.

This could be something as simple as a smell of cologne or loud sound. Stored memories come up in our minds as fragments. When these fragmented memories surface, they mix with television shows or movies and other experiences that are similar to the fragment. Our brain mixes all of them together for comparison material. Therefore making it hard to figure out if what you are seeing or hearing is fact or fiction. If you have any doubts in your life deciding if something is true or not, listen to your body. Remember even when making something up it has to come from stored memory of some kind in your mind. You cannot make up something you have never heard or seen. My story can better explain.

I was pregnant with my 4^th child. Knowing I was pregnant again gave me chills up and down my body. I knew it would be difficult carrying this child just like the rest of my pregnancies. My husband was not happy that I was pregnant because my mood changed drastically. Every pregnancy brought on extreme episodes of depression. I lay down at night and feel like dying. After my 5^th month of carrying this baby, I heard voices. These voices said "kill the baby". I heard these voices every night, along with the voices was a returning dream of me pulling a baby out of my own vagina. I would wake up in cold sweats. I was terrified. I experienced extreme panic attacks. I called my mother and told her about these strange dreams. She would comfort me and assure me it was okay. Maybe I should take extra medication or see my doctor she advised. I told my doctor that I felt suicidal and I kept having this graphic dream of pulling out this bloody baby from my vagina. I also shared the information about the whispered voices telling me to kill the baby. I was on close watch by my doctor. The year was 2002 when this episode occurred. I had my son and thought nothing more about this until 2004 when I was introduced to a self healing therapy method.

I had suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Major Depression since I was 18 years old. I had abreactions (reliving a memory) or mental breakdowns where I would scream and yell for help I would cry for hours screaming HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP!!! IM DROWNING!!!!!!SOMEBODY JUST GET ME OUT! I could never admit to myself some of the horrible things that had happened and I had hidden for years. I had been hospitalized 10 times through the years, most times when I was pregnant or right after a birth. I kept feeling like I needed to systematically keep having babies. I knew this was not good for my mental health but as one of my children got out of the baby stage,my body and the voices would say you need another baby. I thought that I just was traumatized from the 3 times I recalled my stepfather had molested me.

It is September 2004; I had my 5^th and last child. I was in this woman's basement where she gave these self help sessions. I was to close my eyes and allow the pictures in my head to come up without judgment. Along with the pictures, I would get a flood of held in emotions. This would be the day that the voices I heard 2 years ago would be explained. I remember feeling very safe with this older woman. I had a connection with her. My session began with us talking about my step father and my hateful feelings toward him. She asked me when she says his name what pictures come to my mind. I remember seeing myself in my bedroom when I was 6 years old, chubby and naked. She said what do you hear or see in the room. I could see the window and hear the train that passed my window when my family lived in Manhattan New York, in the projects. I suddenly started feeling a rush of frightening emotions. I told her I could not speak. She asked why? I said I cannot breathe. I suddenly saw a picture of my step father with a frightening face putting a pillow over my face.

This was something I had not remembered. I interrupted the session and yelled out this is not true!!, this is not real!!, I don't remember this. She said sometimes when bad things happen to us we have help. Did you have help when the pillow was over your face? Suddenly my body went into a spin; my head was twirling like I was on a roller coaster ride. My mouth forcibly twisted to the right side of my face and a strange voice, I did not recognize what came out of me. And I was hidden inside my body. It was a part an alter. A part that came out and explained how he came out when my step father put a pillow over my face so that I would pass out and he would rape me every day after he picked me up from school. Then teams of parts or personalities began to share what was happening to my body. I had boy parts and girl parts. I was asked in my next session with the woman was my stepfather the first person to abuse me. She said let the answer come to you whatever pops up. My mind said no. Who was the first person to abuse you she asked. My mind saw a naked woman with long hair. She asked me who the woman was. I began to panic and try to stop the session. The woman was my grandmother.

This method is very painful, but when you hear voices, you and only you can ask yourself why. No amount of medication will help the voices. If you have parts that you created to help you out of danger and you take medication it only worsens the problem. Try and take yourself out of your situation. Get a piece of paper and writing utensil, quietly ask yourself questions and write down what comes up in your mind, don't think about the answers the pictures will pop up in your brain. Do this method when you feel anxiety, hear voices, feel suicidal, or homicidal. These feelings did not come out of thin air. And you will be led to the truth. This is not the easiest thing to do. You must be careful. If frightening memories do arise be sure you are in a safe place. Look around the room so that you stay grounded, realizing that this is a memory and has already happened. You are experiencing the activation of the emotions or physical pain attached to the memory. Be aware that after reliving the memory finding out the important details of what happened to you, the anxious or suicidal feeling will subside. If the feeling does not subside during your session with yourself ask yourself what else do you need to know about what happened to feel better. Look at your pictures, hear the voices in the pictures, let the pain out. You will feel better. You may feel like your 'e gonna die. The worst part is already over. Continue to read what happened regarding the voices I was hearing with my 4^th pregnancy.

A year had passed. I was painfully doing the natural therapy sessions learning about my past pain. I had to remember the past in order to properly grieve and have a future. I had buried so many years of pain that my brain was overloaded and so were my parts. Your brain is like a computer, if you don't clean up some of those files the computer eventually breaks down. If you have cluttered memories that you have not cleared up in your brain by remembering this is what makes people go totally psychotic because of improper help and medication that stalls the memories from coming through.
I went to have an emergency therapy session because I was due for a menstrual period that had not come. I lay in my bed with my husband sick with fear and trembling anguish. I remember having severe pain in my abdomen and then saying to myself" I feel like I am pregnant. "I feel like I have been pregnant before I had my children." Suddenly then the pictures rolled out into my conscious memory like a horror movie. I could only lie there in a dissociative state and watch my hidden life flash before me.

I see myself 15 years old sitting at the dining room table hurriedly eating. I can hear my stepfather open the garage door. I have switched over to another personality that had to deal with him. He comes into the house in his federal express uniform. He says to me. Have you had your period? I say no. He says you know what's gonna happen don't you? I keep my head down looking at my food. He says sorry I have to do this. He proceeds to squeeze my arm and force me from the dining room table. He pushes me to the crusty brown carpet floor and he begins to kick me in my back and then in my swollen belly. He kicks me so hard; I feel excruciating cramps in my abdomen and back. I crawl to the bathroom, sit on the toilet as contractions shutter out of my body. I took my hand and begin to pull out the 5 month old fetus out of my vagina and scream IT'S OUT! IT'S OUT! IT'S OUT! I pull this baby girl with the afterbirth attached out of my body my step father takes the dead baby and forces me into the shower to clean up before my mother gets home with my younger siblings. I cry and screech in pain as I bathe my battered body and torn vagina. The bloody water frightens me. I created a part who took the beating. A part to give birth, a part to take the bloody shower, a part to go into the kitchen where my step father instructed me to cut up this baby girl into pieces, cook a piece of her in a skillet and forcibly swallow her flesh, the rest of her I was to wrap up in newspaper and dispose of her in the sewer at the bottom of the hill down from our house.

After disposing of the baby girl, I had to rush back up the hill to scrub the walls and carpet to get up all the blood and evidence. I was granted a small nap before my mother came home. She talked to my part named Casey an informer of my body that reported to her. She threatened "Little Lamb" a part I had been called since birth." Little Lamb" a part that protected me could not to speak about it. I then had to awaken as a strong alter who could push a way the thoughts of just giving birth and get dressed to go to our place of worship, the kingdom hall of Jehovah's Witnesses. It took many years to remember this incident. After seeing this graphic memory, my brain then showed me conscious behaviors I remembered doing after this incident like ordering large pizzas eating the whole thing and walking to the sewer to dispose of the evidence. And the final picture regarding this incident I made up a story to my younger brother and sister about leaving them to go and live in the sewer and I tried to force my body down the sewer telling them a soup lady lived down there. I would find out over the next few years that this was a pattern. My stepfather started impregnating me at 12 years old. From 12 years old to 16 years old. I would be impregnated and carry the baby for 4 to 5 months until the baby or babies would be beat out of me in a ritualistic manner and sacrificed in the rituals, all along while my parents played good Jehovah's Witnesses. They kept me under mind control and used my body for whatever they pleased well into my adulthood life. I finally broke through the fear holding me hostage and listened to the voices in my head.

The voices I heard were real and significant. I realized that I suffered from dissociative identity disorder formerly multiple personality disorder. Many people exhibit symptoms of this disorder. It is more common than people realize. Modern therapists and psychiatrists will not admit this. I was able to find out that I was born into a multi-generational cult and my abuse started as early as my birth.The purpose of this article is to help people who hear voices. The repetition of the voices will not subside until you find out why you are hearing it in the first place. Listen to your body and instincts. Trust yourself, the body never lies. If you feel it is true some element of what you are feeling is true and real. Nothing is impossible.

In my life, the truth manifested itself in small ways. Why did I continue to have babies? Because my body never forgot about those forced pregnancies. I was what people in the underworld call a baby breeder. So that explains the always feeling like a needed to keep having babies. The voices were the beginning of my healing. Ask yourself, Why are you hearing voices?