My psychologist has described this as a form of PTSD. And I do have PTSD. So that may very well be what it is. But if I yell at the voices or try to shut them up, they seem to get very hurt and then I feel sad. So they are a part of me. After all of my trauma happened, I daydreamed about being a girl named Katie. And I am a guy so it was odd. But after I constantly daydreamed and daydreamed, she started talking when I was like 8, and she comforted me through the abuse that happened to me. And I have had psychotic episodes where I buy girl's clothes for Katie and nail polish and lipstick. But Alex, the cousin who did all those things to me also talks to me and he tears me apart, telling me that I'm useless and would be better off dead. And then Katie comes to the rescue and tells me I have value and not to listen to Alex.