I am...

“I am...”

            I am not a schizophrenic. The voices in my head aren’t just anonymous, monotone voices. They have full names, extensive, complicated backstories, and complex opinions. Not all are human. Ivy is a werewolf with green eyes, Rosemarie is a fae-being with pink hair and yellow skin. Callum is probably the only one who is completely human.  There are dozens of voices, possibly hundreds- like some sort of unorganized mass of voices and stories. Some who have been around for years, a constant companion with me. Others have not yet earned their names, or learned their life story yet, and rather lurk in the shadowy corners of my mind. I talk to them, and they usually talk back. But the one thing they have in common? I created them. Crafted each individually in my dreams and subconscious, a collage of people I know and people i have never met. I am not crazy. Even though I have worlds ready to spill from the tip of my pen. Constantly creating symbolism and mythology for a land in another dimension. I am not a schizophrenic. I am a writer. (And that is crazy enough.)