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Shelly
@ampersandginger.bsky.social
Came from Twitter, hoping for a good time
I’m still learning about how to deal with voices in my head and how to not let me control them but Merlin did tell me my cat was a dragon so really, they haven’t been all that bad 🐉💥✨
May 31, 2025 at 1:50 AM
We’re getting closer! My official diagnosis is between with depression with psychotic symptoms or schizo affective disorder. We haven’t landed on which one fits better.
May 31, 2025 at 1:49 AM
I’ve been working with my therapist and psychiatrist for about a year and a half now to fix the voices and while I have about 4-5 of them still there, things are getting so much better. I have been out of work while we try to tackle this thing because of the limitations it causes but we’re gettingm
May 31, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Before I even learned what they were, I swear, if we die and all the voices pop out of my head, I am going to HUNT Gregory down and do something so unholy to him that satan will blush. And he will not be able to die on me. Or scream.
May 31, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Greg’s voice was the voice that made me say, hey something isn’t right here. These can’t be ghosts. No predications are being made and everything around here lies. GREG here just wants to talk down and condescend. There has to be something else. DiD possibly? Hallucinations?
May 31, 2025 at 1:42 AM
The think that made me finally talk to a psychiatrist about all of this was the introduction of a voice I call “Greg.” He was the most condescending mother fucker that I finally said ENOUGH. I am making an appointment and getting you gone NOW. Greg was the voice that made me stop and say,
May 31, 2025 at 1:40 AM
My mom thinks I was with “psychotic” or “manic” during this phase but I was really just trying to survive the vast of crazy ghosts jumping and jiving until 5-6am. I barely got any sleep and I was just at my limit.
May 31, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Throughout this part of fall, new voices were introduced and things got really overwhelming. New ghosts, old ghosts, my ancestors, friends ancestors, a whole bunch of weirdness kept popping in to have a party in my mind.It was loud and obnoxious, I could hardly keep myself centered in the real world
May 31, 2025 at 1:37 AM
When things calmed down, my ghost was back but a little more mercurial than before. He kept telling me “secrets” about my family that made me mad, like I couldn’t trust them. When my phone lost half my pictures and a lot of important notes, it seemed like my parents were out to try to edit my life
May 31, 2025 at 1:34 AM
I will admit I thought I w as having a conversation with a ghost. I was a funky spiritualist witch and it fit within my belief system. But then I started asking for proof and things got weird and upside turvey. This brought on the second panic attack I just described.
May 31, 2025 at 1:31 AM
I had HEARD him in my ear. Shouting to me. This is the first time I ever heard something like that before. And so we started chatting and found ways to better communicate until we could hold full conversations. This went on for months.
May 31, 2025 at 1:29 AM
I have always felt the presence of my grandmother and sometimes the presence of my two grandfathers. Three years ago, someone very special to me died. I short circuited all together. I shut down in real grief. When I tried to reach to him via the pendulum board, I got a loud shout in my ear, “HI!”
May 31, 2025 at 1:28 AM
On top of that, I had began hearing voices in my head. This is the scary part where I delve into things unsaid, so stick around for the weirdness.

Before this happened, I was a spiritual witch type. I played with tarot cards and divided answers from a pendulum board. That stuff didn’t scare me.
May 31, 2025 at 1:25 AM
During all this time, I was dealing with the aftermath of my second long term panic attack. I need sleep after such long attacks, but god forbid I get any sleep in the house when nurse goodie wants me up to eat or entertain the family. I. Just. Needed. Sleeep.
May 31, 2025 at 1:22 AM
The kidnapped me and decided it was better for them to take care of me under their watch, rather than my care team down where I was living. My mother even went down separately to clean out my apartment and move it to a storage area up here, so I reallly couldn’t ever return
May 31, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Now. Background on my family. My mother is a retired RN and my father is a retired MD. Both have notably done poor jobs in the psych rotations and have become the kind of retired when they complain about the newfangled whosiswhats younger doctors do and use now.
May 31, 2025 at 1:18 AM
And please not the is just exposition for how I got to be where I am today, not anything to do with my actual ailment.
May 31, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Because of this forced move, I lost my beautiful home and apartment. I love the job that I loved so dearly and where I felt I belonged in or to make a change — it was truly a vocation— and I was brought back to my childhood home 2 hours away from my friends and social outlets
May 31, 2025 at 1:16 AM
My mom ended up kidnapping me and my cat and taken us 2 hours away from where I live, so she and my father could “come up with a plan.”

I don’t use kidnapping very lately. I was literally taken from my home (thank god I already had the cat or he would have been left behind) and forced to move
May 31, 2025 at 1:14 AM
The entire staff just stared at her and was like, sHe iS hAvING a PANIC ATtACK tAkE her hOmE

I never got the sedation I needed and spent 5 days hyperventilating while my mom insisted antihistamines were just as good as the sedation the hospital would have given me.
May 31, 2025 at 1:12 AM
This last panic attack, not this past September but the September before, I had a spasmodic fit during my hyperventilation. My mom really tried to commit me w a 302 because instead of taking me to the ER like she was told to by the doctor, she took my to the teaching psych ward at her old college
May 31, 2025 at 1:09 AM
These past two year I have been suffering from debilitating panic attacks that last days and result in my having to go to the er for sedation. Afterwards, my mental state is in ruins and I don’t know how to even describe what I go through.
May 31, 2025 at 1:06 AM