How the messed up colours became a rainbow.

Voices is something I’ve dealt with since I was a pre–teen to
my teenage years and they were very difficult for me to
process at the time.
I didn’t understand them, and I just wanted them to go away
immediately.

The services that were available to me weren’t
very helpful at all, they were misunderstanding, and I felt as
if they were judgmental of me, which made me feel
embarrassed opening up to them.

They’ve caused me psychological pain and anguish. I
would’ve combative and emotional interactions with them
like arguing, being violent and getting into mock physical
engagements with them.

Then I came to realization through therapy that my voices
were just voices, and I was feeding way too much into them.
They were a subconscious which I had to work on my own
personal development with self-esteem and inferiority ty
first.

My voices in my head didn’t just suddenly vanish. It’s more
like I took power and control over them and reminded them

you do NOT belong here it was like; I am the landlord of this residence get out!

I was so immersed with them, and they would distract me so
much when I snapped out of it I nostalgic about how much
time I had missed.

I reminisced about how happy and carefree I was before the
voices muddled with my head. They’re still there but more
like a faint echo.

I believe in the power of words and manifestation, and you
put too much energy into something it can consume you.

So, I decided to take that power back and channel that
energy for newfound self-esteem.

The messed colours (voices) became a rainbow.
My recovery story.
By Chardonnay Montague.