Something similar happens to me, I hear voices but I don't think it's schizophrenia. Now they are part of me, dimensional memories of past lives. I have seen the tenderness of a life and how little by little it crumbles, the horror. I couldn't stand it until I got used to it.
I'm afraid that they will control my body because if that happens it will hurt the people I love.
Now I see how horrible my life is, I am a human waste who does not even deserve to live and I am worthless.