Whispering.

So, my moods appear to be stable for now (?!?), but I am still unwell. Last week, the woman pouring poison words in my ear, but maybe I was half asleep. Before that, and still now, these whispery words I hear everywhere. Like a radio turned down so low it's almost outside the bounds of hearing, but I hear it. Other sounds, maybe they are happening, maybe not, but these words, these voices, these whispering whispering intrusion into my world, where do they come from? Why doesn't this all go away? Why can't I have my brain back, or get my brain, as I don't think I ever really had it in the first place. Perhaps I ought to embrace them, turn it up, listen carefully, follow directions. Perhaps I ought to just accept that I hear things others can't. Maybe I really am special.