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Dedicated to my mother many years living with the disease of paranoid schizophrenia and that I hope comes out of that hole and finally see the light and how special it is, that among recovered in my life and where you want it. Well I tell you more or less that I get a little when she was in the text, I attempt to see and feel in their view, as I see and observe.

For days and nights I sit on the same couch, I spend hours every time I do nothing, just listen to those mysterious voices whispering again and again hammering my head, but that's not all dark men, those I look behind and return to look away, I talk to see what they want but look again but now with past and faces of people known as unreal is disturbed, I try to speak and this time I talk about things that happened in the past and present, is back but not return, ufff with this is all so battered me, I get up sofa restless and insecure after all, begins to turn from side to side, talk and talk things through his teeth dark with these people were known to be strangers again and give me that confidence and become insecure before others. I lie in bed, close my eyes and when I open them I see something totally different. FLAS Now my life is in slow motion, mixed with those people's faces, I try to speak, hear what you want? Why do you seek to get me information? What is this? ...
... I speak familiar voices telling me to be careful with this or the other, I get sideways on the bed but do not get anything, insist again, now I'm sitting on the bed, all I get is them to leave the flase of my life in slow motion.
The next day again the monotony in my life and the only thing that makes me feel alive is when I have to do things at home or eat me. After a few minutes to experience that feeling useful to avail myself, the phone rings, it is my son ask me how I am, I've done today or if I have noted some progress ... and so on. , I reply, but slow to respond, not because he does not hear well but I try not to notice that things remain the same, I always try, almost most of the time, extending the conversation because I know that when you hang up has further invading the privacy, and the voices that make me wary around me, near the end before the crash. I said call me soon and take care of me. I hang up and look around me. It occurs to me to put a DVD movie and sit on the couch for distraction, but all I do is get up and move but this time it's as if instead of moving me, as if were moving around me, seeing almost as soon as the film, but left without stopping because I go to sit and watch, but always return to those voices inside me I Concom those strange words twisted and blackened their images, I can hardly get sleep sometimes, but when I can catch me awake with more fear, I open and close my eyes, I see that the movie is over ...