(I don't want to write too much in one post because I seem to have a clumsy habit of accidentally deleting them )

During this particular pshycotic phase I became convinced that people around me were witches, wizards, sourcerers, conjurers, demons or strange creatures in another dimension.

It seemed that there was another dimension.

I heard their voices.

Some seemed cruel.

My world seemed cruel but I would make up stories about them telling myself that they were actually trying to help me. I felt I was an apprentice of this strange dimension yet a victim of a cruel sport at the same time. I felt there was a story behind each character, I spenta lot of time trying to suss out their motives for being a part of my world. What did they gain from it? Evil or good, friend or foe.