There was a time when I feared them. A time that I would not go into the dark. They were everywhere. There was a time when I was a slave to my own mind. The torture I dealt with was too much. I cut. Sometimes to see the pain, or to see something real for a change. Sometimes it was my choice. Sometimes it was because they told me to. If I said "no" they'd bite. There bites hurt worse than cuts. There was  time my step mom thought I was demon possessed. There were times she said "oppressed."
Today these things are worked through. Today they still exist, but I have been trained to deal with it. Deal with it so I don't scare you.
Happy Independence Day
Love, A Schizophrenic