Session #3
"A disgusting pig. That is me."
"Stuck, in a barn. Set me free."
"That's what the voices say that I am, whenever I eat food now."
"A little piggy."
"Yeah that's right! Eat it, just like the pig you are"
"I would hear."
"I can't even enjoy a meal now without them terrorising me"
"I would tend to 'fast' every now and again. Multiple days would go by where I haven't eaten anything."
"No"
"What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh..."
"Some people close to me, think that I'm starving myself, and even I can not tell the difference anymore."
"Why do you say this? What are your thoughts?"
"Maybe it's just the fear of mental judgement?
Or the late hours of 'scoffing' down something, afraid of bothering the neighbours again. I don't know."
"You mentioned the neighbours? I feel you're going off track..."
"Yes... um... When I first had my experience with these voices. I didn't understand it, and interacted with the neighbours... it didn't end well."
Am I really that loud?
I feel I am as silent as a mouse...
I wouldn't know.
...And... I don't know anything.
Except for one thing...
I am not, a fucking pig.
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Why Am I Here? I am lost
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