The Voices in my Head

I feel myself teetering on the edge of schizophrenia. The voices in my head conflict; requests, questions, comments, ideas… They're a never ending flow of information bouncing from one wall to the other forbidding me from focusing on anything that I actually need to accomplish. At every hour of the day they pull me in different directions hoping that I will see things as they see them; pleading for me to pick-them up and embrace their ideas, their tasks, their desires and run with them. When I do attach myself to one idea, the others rebel.

They speak louder, stamp their feet, talk faster and attempt to prevent me from achieving anything. The sad thing is, they win. I end up staring at the blank walls of my cube allowing them to fight amongst themselves and hope that one voice emerges clearly from the masses as a leader. In most cases, I weed through the confusion to find something concrete to grasp hold of and rescue me from the daze of the un-orchestrated voices. Day-in and day-out they argue amongst themselves and demand my attention; they're relentless. I flirt with rescue in the forms of Lithium, Clozapine or another psychotropic drug only to be distracted by the voices pulling my attention back to their agendas.

Where do I turn? Where is the reprieve? How do I make them stop?

Wait, that's not schizophrenia, they're conference calls; day-long, constant conference calls. Now I know the solution… HANG-UP