The voices persisted for a good amount of time thereafter and again it was god and the devil arguing and I would either consider myself as god or the devil. When the devil was my voice it was bad. I stabbed my older brother in the eyeball with a terriaki stick one morning in some sort of trans. What had felt like I had zero control of what my body was doing and I was watching in third person. I have zero issues now I’m not skitzo my thinking is fine. This was a real thing I think the world should know it. The voice thing ended on a specific day. Been totally fine ever since. I began running cross country and ended up as one of the best middle school runners. I was mainly just trying to rid my mind of whatever took play.