Hearing voices

I was in the worst place of my life when I was around eleven. It was horrible. Now, whenever I get down, I start hearing voices. It is how I know to get help. When the voices start answering I start to tell the truth.

Today I noticed the voices. They are kind and respectful (mostly). I think I am more ok with it now. It doesn't freak me out anymore. I started talking to a tree. He told me to go inside and stop singing. Apparently he doesn't appreciate my singing. Anyway, I sang one song accompanied by my ukulele but he was still annoyed. So, I put my instrument to rest and went inside. The next set of voices I heard were in answer to me telling my own mind to stop thinking. A very calm voice, almost like a wiseman (except it was a woman) said something. I can't remember it now. I just remember it that it seemed to come from long days of knowledge and made everything make sense.

It used to make me worried, the voices. Yet, looking back, they haven't done anything harmful to me. The only voice that has ever done that is my own; that may be the most concerning thing of all.

In conclusion, I think the voices are different now. I like them. They start singing songs and tell me if I forget something. Interestingly enough, I have no idea where they came from but I hope they stay. I like them, they keep me company even when I want to run away.