Hearing Voices: A Memoir of Madness

I remember an instance at one point, during my late twenties or early thirties, when I wondered what it would be like to hear voices. At that time I was slightly acquainted with a schizophrenic named Mike, who told me that he had Jesus in his head. That was his hallucination. Jesus talked to him, apparently. I remember wondering at the time what it would be like to have Jesus talking in my head. What would it be like, I wondered, to be schizophrenic for a day? It turned out to be more terrifying than I ever imagined.