My voices are varied. I used to believe I could hear people think. I avoided crowded settings because my mind would get cluttered with the thoughts of everyone around me (I have since come to understand that this is a symptom of my psychosis).

In general... on an overcast day, when the wind blows a certain way, I can still hear them. At this point, they seem to exist to convince me that my medication is wrong, and that I am denying my true self.