Dear diary, I woke up on the cold hard floor to realize that something wasn't right; something wasn't as it should be. I found myself two feet away from my bed with only a thin nightgown on, but I couldn't quite focus on anything except the pounding in my head. The voices were getting stronger by the minute and all I could do was sit and let the pain subside which took almost an hour. I was given medication for those headaches but I refuse to put my body on the expectations of painkillers, all they ever do is kill you. It is more like someone pounding a hammer onto your scalp. I refuse to take drugs if I know the headache isn't permanent. I must have had another nightmare, I can't quite focus right now, but that is when I usually get them so severe.

Today she...