A week before the end of my first year I decided to go home. I thought I was struggling with the stress of work and being in the midst of a doomed 'sort of' relationship 'thing'. I thought if I went back home I would be able to talk to the doctors and have a rest and it would all go away.
At home i did begin to feel better. I went to see a GP who sent me to a councilor. I thought I was dealing with it really well and decided to return to college for the second year.
When I moved back I was in a new flat with 2 other girls. I felt confident that I would be able to make friends with these girls. Unfortunately, soon after moving in, I began hearing them through the walls talking about me. They were saying hurtful things about my looks and that I was weird. I started to feel more anxious about leaving my room and was too scared to talk to the girls. I thought I would be safe if I stayed in my room until one evening I heard one of the girls say that her boyfriend had installed hidden cameras and microphones in my room so that they could watch me. Sometimes when I went out I could sometimes see them in the street watching me and knew they were following me.I had told my friends that my flatmates where being horrible to me (not in detail) and they would let me stay with them so I could avoid my flat.
Then one day I had an epileptic seizure in the street. It was the first seizure I had ever had alone. I woke up with a grazed face and a bloody eye. I felt so alone in hospital. All of a sudden, I started to hear my flatmates. They had inserted a microchip in my eye whilst I was unconscious. They could read my thoughts, see what I could see and hear what I could hear. I no longer had anywhere to hide and felt terrified.
I still had 6 months left on my tenancy agreement but my landlord let me move into another of his flats. It just happened to be the flat next door.
The first month of living in my new place was great. I got on well with my new housemates. The cameras had gone and I could no longer hear the voices. I felt safe and free. Then, one night, for no apparent reason, the voices returned. I was looking in a mirror getting ready to go out when, like a switch had been flipped, they were there. The girls voices were watching me through the mirror.
From that moment, everything hit me like a tidal wave. My landlord was in on it too. He had installed cameras in every room. Everything I did they would comment on. The only way i could escape the voices was to drown it out with music. I hated bedtime as then I couldn't escape them. I started thinking more and more people I knew were becoming involved. The voices told me that my mother new all about it and I shouldn't trust her. I was now suffering from extreme paranoia. I couldn't leave the house without thinking everyone I passed was laughing at and talking about me.
I probably hit rock bottom when I spent a week under my duvet crying. I didn't eat and all I could hear were the voices telling me how disgusting I was. They started daring me to cut myself which I would do. They would tell me different ways that I could kill myself. The voices and thoughts were there and just wouldn't leave. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep but my head just wouldn't stop.
I don't know when I started to think that it may not all be real but i kept thing about it more and more. I think part of it was a desperate hope that I could stop this. Was it was to do with my medication? Could I make it stop? But then that thought also began to scare me. The only way I could find out for sure was to ask someone. How exactly do you ask someone what the voices in your head were. If the voices were real then everyone already knew, and would just lie to me. But if they weren't real, how would people react to me saying I could hear voices. I had to make a decision which would be worse.