Hannah Grace Jul 25, 2018 in Mental health Schizoaffective Forgive me if I appear peculiar at times. I don’t always win the battle. When I talk, you might find my words unrelated or inconsistent. I make more sense when I write. I have a hundred different thoughts running fast ahead of me. I struggle to stay present. The voices I’ve learned to live with in my head as a child still keep me from my bed, they keep me in the house, they keep me in my room. My constant companions are music, white noise, and a mask that’s made for trips outside. One day-one I will not forget-the lifelong prisoner I hid ran free. A busy street devoured me. A new job scared me. My voice is an alarm. Eyes were judges. I was given a grave. I smiled. I sang. I played....